Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 323: what you’re looking at

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a eer a aa a a a a a a were in the family of the old light-keeper, with no cultivated woman to guide you.” Hazel flushed slightly at this. “Grandfather, as Percy aud I used to call him, was naturally a noble-hearted, Christian gentleman, al- though he was uneducated and his speech was often rough and uncultured. Bunt Percy was very dif- ferent; he seemed eutirely different from his grand- father; he did uot look nor act like him, but a peared to belong toa different class in society, al- though he had lived with the light-keeper all his life, with the exception of a few months. But he would never use any but the most correct language; it seemed natural to him. He would never allow me to speak an ungrammatical sentence without in- stantly correcting me. He was very particular about my deportment, and I could not displease him so quickly in any way as by committing anv unlady-like act. It is possible that, in this innate refinement, he may have resembled his mother, who, I have been told, was a lovely woman,” the young girl ex- plained, Hazel never knew of that death-bed scene which led Percy to suspect that he was of no kin to the old light-keeper. What he had learned was too vagne and intangible to tell any one.so he had kept his suspicions locked within his own breast. “Both he aud Mr. Morton,’ Hazel went on. “in- sisted that I should have the best of instruction. They both were satisfied that I belonged to a good family, and desired that I should be well educated, so thatif my parents were ever found they need not have cause to be ashamed of me. So a first-class tutor was engaged, and we both studie mde ij i. After Mr. Morton’s death, Perey put pyrcreisnoat ame