Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 249: what you’re looking at

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“Miss Gay, are you there?” It was Helena, and she spoke somewhat impa- tiently : Hastily apps the uncovered box back into her trunk, and dropping the lid, Hazel arose and un- locked her door. Helena Stewart confronted her, afrown on her usually smooth brow. “Belle packed herself away in the carriage, and then remembered that she had neglected to get her wrap,” she rémarked, stepping inside Hazel’s }00m, and regarding with some surprise the articles strewn about the floor in such unusual disorder. ‘‘Mamma would not let her crush her dress by getting out and in again, 80 of course I had to play servant for her, as no one else was about, and come for it. Won't you get it for me—the white one? She says itis in the second drawer of her dressing-case.” “Certainly,” Hazel replied, obligingly, and imme- diately turned to do her bidding. Their common sitting-room lay between her own and Belle’s chainber, and she was obliged to pass through this to get the wrap, and the door of Belle's room not being hung quite true, swung to by its own weight after her, so ‘that she could see nothing that occurred in her chamber while she was gone. Helena's sharp eyes went roving about the room, while she stood there waiting, and noted, with some curiosity, the different garments which Hazel had removed from her trunk. “Hum; overhauling her trunk!" she murmured ; “she got about it pretty quickly, [ should think, I wonder what else there is in it, and why she was 80 eareful to close the lid before she res) sim boskasc2ia why did she need to lock the door at alle”