Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 250: what you’re looking at

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With noiseless tread she crossed the room and lifted the lid of the trunk, and then she stood trans- tixed,’as her astonished glance fell upon those glit- tering jewels withinit. « - A low ery of amazement broke from her. | “Mamma’s necklace!” she exclaimed, in a sup- pressed tone. Then realizing how impossible that was, sheadded: “No, that cannot be, for mamma has hers on, but another exactly like hers ! TI did not believe there was another in the world like it. Whose can it be?—not hers,’ with a glance toward the door through which Hazel had passed; *‘she must have stolen it from some one; no wonder she trembled and was so upset when she saW mama's.” | She bent down, seized it in her hands, and care- fully examined every portion of it; but there was no mark visible anywhere to show to whom it belonged. The sound of ashutting drawer in Belle’s room warned her that Hazel would soon be back; so, quickly replacing the trinket and softly closing the lid of the trunk, she glided back to the spot where she had stood on entering the room, and Hazel had no suspicion, vyhen she returned with Belle's wrap, that she had moved from her position during her ab- sence, Helena took up the wrap and left the room with- out 80 much asa word of thanks, but remarking as she passed down stairs the click of the lock as Hazel again fastened her door. “Aba, my tascinating little beauty!” she muttered, with a cruel smile; “I think that at last I have you in afine trap! We'll see how many dukes and doc- tors Sie ee aie after pee ! Fab be soon send you on a forced march to a place where you_can't do ver much flirting.” ; eomicboo <SACO) Is)