Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 315: what you’re looking at

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room, “remove your hat and mantle, and then [ will take you to her.” “T can never be Le bok enough to you for your kindness to her,’’ Mrs. Earlescourt. said, with quiver- ing lip. ‘How lovely—how Christian of you to be- friend the poor child in her sore need! To think,” she continued, tears streaming from her eyes, ‘‘of her having to earn herown bread with those cold- hearted people, while I have had every luxury and elegance. Now I am ready,” she concluded, laying her hat and pease upon a ‘table, and wiping the tears from her ace. The duchess drew her arm within her own, and Jed ber up the long flight of stairs to a door in the corri- dor above, which she opened and held thus while she passed in; then she softly shutit, leaving the long- parted mother and child together. Hazel was lying upon a couch of blue satin near an open window, and as Emelie Earlescourt entered the pretty chamber she saw the fair, beautiful girl in spotless white—the duchess having with her own hands helped her to exchange her street dress for a dainty white wrapper, tied atthe waist with long blue ribbons—her golden hair unbound and floating like a shining mist about her eager face, her lovely eyes lighted with the pent-up love of-long years as she met her mother’s fond gaze. She glided with swift but quiet step to the low. couch, “and knelt upon the floor beside her. | “Oh, my mother!’ Hazel breathed, as she raised hereelt to greet her. “My own darling!” was all that the long-bereft migHiby eal 5a. as ehe peberee Ss at slight form to her breast, and rained tears an iBg beautiful upturned face. Ssh unen. Hie