Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 233: what you’re looking at

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surely experienced far more of pleasure than IL could possibly have bestowed.” “Do not be too confident about that, sir,’ Hazel re- torted, with roguish eyes, ‘for T assure you that I have seldom relished checkmating an opponent as I have to-day.” “And allon account of my supreme conceit,” he replied, with a shrug, “But wait—forewarned is forearmed, you know.” Hazel laughed. “You will not offer me your eastle again, [ im- agine,” she said, archly; ‘‘but I shalldo my best to storm your citadel every time.” Charles Harwood leaned eagerly toward her, all the love of his heart concentrated in his eyes. | “Miss Gay—Hazel, you have stormed a citadel of which youdo not dream, and it has fallen before you,” he said, in a low, earnest tone; ‘‘you have taken my heart by storm. I love you, my beautiful one, and I should haxe asked you long since to give yourself to me—to bless me with the priceless boon of your love—but for the accident which has de- prived me of your society. My darling, I am older than you by several years—I have seen many fair. women, but never nntil now have I met one to whom my heart has yielded its deepest homage and rever- ence. Tell me, Hazel, will you be my wife ?” Hazel, after one startled glance at him, sat before him, white, motionless, dumb. She had indeed never dreamed of anything like this in connection with Charles Harwood, She had danced and chatted with him, always en- joying his society, for he was invariably full of life arg OST Ne fe he age a gentleman, e had beliewed that he, like others Be Qs - queuted Mrs. Stewart's a nes ke CORRE: CG