Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 30: what you’re looking at

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: He was a handsome man, strong and stalwart, with a massive head, which told of #eat power of iutel- lect. His hair and beard were dark, but his skin ‘was fair, and the noble soul of the man looked out through eyes as blue as heaven. He had been an M. P. for several seasons, and was greatly admired and respeeted in the House. He was the possessor of large wealth, owning a tine estate in Devonshire and another in Essex,’ the united rent-rolls of which made him the envy of half his associates, and the rize upon which many a belle had set her longing eart. A few evenings later he met Mrs. Graham again at the honse of a mutual friend. He thought her even more lovely than when he had first seen her, al- though he noticed an anxious look in her face anda restlessness in her manner which she had not be- trayed before, They had another delightful chat, and she seemed to enjoy his society as much as he hers. Butin the midst of their conversation some one behind them remarked : . “There can be no doubt that the City of Boston has gone down, with all on board; the company have viven her up, and a list of the passengers who sailed in her was published this evening.” Mrs. Graham started, and her lovely face grew white as alabaster. She turned to ber companion. “Will you take me to the library, Mr. Earlescourt? ; Lame sev the evening paper,” she said, with quiver- ng lips. He arose artd offered her his arm, and led her from the roo, and into the library opposite. He drew a comtortable chair to the table for her, then searched among the books and pupers scattered there for what she wanted. He found the evening paper at last, and then looked down the columns fer the list of which he had heard. He saw it almost immediately, and laid it before her, while he never forgot the eager, agonized look with which she followed the names down the line. In anuother moment she had started to her feet with a wild cry, flinging the paper from her with a gesture of horror. Then he put out his arms and eaught her as she was falling to the floor, brulsed and stricken, ali her dearest hopes caumitdirokcdtsom ‘ae pel ae oe eee