Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 240: what you’re looking at

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of all her fondest hopes. Percy Morton did not love her, and he would never violate his manhood by of- fering his great heart tv a woman for whom he had not a deep and abiding affection. Sne knew now that he would never marry her, were she twice the beauty and belle that she was, even with her millions “quadrupled, Despair clutched at her heart, and for a moment life itself seemed to be worthless. The next she rallied and all her pride asserted itself, while a mali- cious desire to stab him, as he had stabbed her, took possession of her. She threw up her proud head and laughed alow, musical laugh, as if amused at his blindness. ‘Besides, ‘where are your eyes, Dr. Mortou?’ she said, with well assumed surprise. ‘It is a self-evi- dent fact, strange as it may seem, that his lordship intends at no distant day to dety publie opinion and all aristocratic principles, and degrade his family by juarrying my mother’s servant—Belle’s governess.’ Percy seemed suddenly petrified by this unexpected thrust. A dusky red shot over his brow for a mo- ment, then receded, leaving him startlingly pale. She had indeed stabbed him most cr uelly. “Degrade ! ”’? he repeated, with sternly compressed lips. **Miss Gay is a refined and cultured lady whom cb aia be an honor for any man to win for his wife.’ “You are very democratic in your ideas for an Englishinan, Dr. Morton,” Helena responded, with another laugh that stung him to the quick. ‘Even my republican education will not allow me to con- template. with anything of toleration, oe union of a prospective duke with a low governes ee ~ It was fortunate, perhaps, for both “samibenie ae