Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 290: what you’re looking at

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appearance, Hazel Gay an ercy Morton had met as stranyzers only a few weeks previous. There had been nothing in the manner of either to indicate tuat they had ever seen each other before coming to Brighton. | “This seems very strange,” the duchess gravely ob- served. Hazel glanced up at her, smiling faintly. “Tam afraid I have done wrong,” she said, depre- eatingly; ‘“‘but—it was Dr. Morton's grandfather who saved me from that sinking vessel.” Both Lord Nelson and her grace regarded her with undisguised astonishwent for a moment. “Then you and Dr. Morton were brought up to- gether?" his lordship at last said, in a constrained voice. “My child, why have you not told this before?” questioned the duchess, reprovingly. “It would have saved us a world of trouble and anxiety. Why have you deceived us all—Mrs. Stewart also—regard- ing your relations to Dr. Morton—meeting, him as a stranger, when. all your life, he has been almost a brother to you?” Tears rushed to Hazel’s eyes as she caught the note of displeasure in the tones of her friend. ‘‘Because—I see now that it was wrong—because I was afraid people would think ill of him for let- ting me go out as a governess, when he was _ per- ie well able to take care of me,” she humbly con- essed. ‘Well, Iam not sure but that I do think ill of him for it,” returned the duchess, with pretended severity, to conceal the intense relief she experienced over the simple explanations of what she had feared wright greatly compromise her protegee. coool She was fully assured now of the entit@"AiNGeEnes a