Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 307: what you’re looking at

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fact that she had rudely interrupted her conversa- tion, ‘Indeed, Helena, T am not going home until I have seen Hazel and told her how sorry I am for this dreadful misunderstanding,” Mrs. Stewart replied, in tones of self-reprouch. “Mamina, you shali not!” the girl returned, in a vassionate voice, a vivid scarlet mounting to her row. ‘you shall never humble yoursell to her.” Mrs. Stewart turned with surprise to her. “But I have not used her well; it has lain heavy on my conscience that I ever let her ¢o away from us.” “It is heavy on my conscience that we ever let her come into the house,” Helena retorted, in the same tone as before. She had seen Hazel when her head fell upon Dr. Morton’s shoulder; she had scen how tenderly he had gathered her in his arms, his face growing white with anxiety for her, and the sight had been absolute torture to her, “Helena, you are losing.control of yourself,” said her mother, reprovingly. ‘‘Yeur speech and manner are as vindictive ag if you actually eled the girl.” “IT do!” she whispered, with such angry vehe- mence, in Mrs. Stewart's ear, that she gave a start of horror and bent a look of anxiety wpon her; then, even while she gazed at her, a woudertul transfor- mation took place in her countenance. The look of hate suddenly died out of her eyes; the tense lines about her mouth relaxed, her haughty, statue-like mien melted into an attitude of gentle grace, and, in a moment, she had again become the beautiful, fascinating belle—all smiles, all sweet- ness and graciousness, Percy Morton had returned to the court-re st then, and was inaking his way dooce abt thG