Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 335: what you’re looking at

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eorex after what I haye told you?’ she demanded, coldly. “I—T was trying to think what would be for your best intereat,’ he returned, with soine confusion. “Do you consider it for the best interest of any one to choose u position and a brilliant future instead of a true affection? Will one offset the other in your estimation ?’ she questioned, with a ring of scorn in her voice. “No, Hazel, I do not; I only want you to be ver aure that you are making no mistake,” he answered, “ravely. “Tam very sure—I know that I do not love Lord Hartwell,” she said, in a low, confident tone. It required all of Percy’s self-control not to snatch her to his breast and pour out all his own love for her, at this assertion, ‘ But he would not make het say aught to commit herself to him, even if he knew that she loved hit, without having firat consulted her mother, and told her something of his own myaterious history, and gained ber permission to win her daughter. “Then I shonld be the last one to urge you to such a step, Hazel,” he said, gently; “and [am anre you need not feel sad nor upbraid yoursell for huving done the only honorable thing that you could do with reference to Lord Hartwell.” Hazel, arose, looking pale and weary. “Itis getting chilly out here; I think I will go in,” she said, coldly, and turning to enter the house. Just at that moment a man was seen hurrying toward then: with all possible speed. Percy and Hazel both waited to see what he wanted. “Is Doctor Morton here ?” he asked, almost breath- less from running. “Yes. I am Doctor Morton,’ Percy said. “Well, then, you're wanted down at Sir Henry Harwood’s place at onee. There’s achap there nigh about drowned, and I was told to fetch you as quick as I could.” éomichookS.com