Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 329: what you’re looking at

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“You are a be-witch-ing Hazel at all events,” said Lord Nelson, looking iringly into her dancing eyes, and joining in her merry laugh. ‘But,"’ he ad- ded, ipwardly feeling a trifle annoyed, “it does not sound natural to hear you speak of Dr. Morton as *Percy.’” Hazel flushed. *“] feel very sorry. I was very foolish ever to pre- tend that he was a stranger to me,” she humbly fal- tered, “It was not kind or just either to Percy, who has always been very good to me.” Lord Nelson wished that the young physician had not been quite so “good” to her, ifthe memory of it was always going to bring such a tender look and a color into her fair face. “Did you really enjoy your life upon that {sland ? were you not sometimes lonely and unhappy?” he asked, to change the subject. “No. Ifit was lonely—and I suppose most people would have considered it so—I did not realize it, I loved the sea, I loved the grand old light that every night flashed outits friendly gleams to tell passing vessels where danger lay; I loved the little house nestling so cozily in its shadow, where everybody was so kind to me, and I was very happy there,” Hazel said wusingly, and with a tender light on her young face as she recalled those early childhood ays. “That was because you knew no other kind of life,’’ said his lordship, *‘\you would hardly like to go back there to pass your future.” “No,” Hazel answered, thoughtfully, “I am afraid the ogi ne cs eran be gone; still, I cling most fondly to those old time inemories.’ “Ttrust that the future will have more Unees Tor