Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 34: what you’re looking at

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time you contemplate returning; the last of April will be a bere favorable time to return,” he remarked, encouraginyly. “True; but, oh, it is a eruel, crvel sea!” she said, passionately, while her white hands were locked in a paintul clasp. “Besides,” she continued, after a moment, during which she mastered her emotion, *mamms and I will be obliged to return alone; the friends with whom we caine over went back some tiiné ayo.” Adrian Earlescourt shot a quick, eager look at that uict, sable-robed tigure opposite lim, while a peen- ar expression flitted over his fine face; then he began talking upon other topics, and he was over- joyed to see 2 look of {nterest, and something even of pleasure, gradually take the place of that settled expression of sorrow that she had worn ut his entrance. They chatted nearly an honr, and were finally interrupted by the entrance of Mrs. Ashleigh. A few moments later, Mr. Earlescourt arose and made his adieve. “What magic have you been using, Adrien?” Mrs, Ashleigh asked, as she followed him to the door. "T have not seen Emetie so much like herself since that front night. Reully, your call has worked won- ders. Mr. Earlescourt looked plensed, — "E. huve employed no inugio, my Irlend; I have ‘simply tried to make her forget herself,” he sald, quietly. *Poor child! she is dreading her return more than T can tell you; she has wv perfect horror of the ocean,” suid Mrs, Ashleigh. “One onannot wonder, after her sad experience,” Mr. Banlesvonrt remarked, while the same expression which Mrs. Graham's expressed dread had called up, flitted avain over lis face. "She sails the 30th of April, she tells me.” “Yes, and ou the Persia, I cannot bear ta hrve her go alone.” “Haa she no friend who conld come for her %"* “No; the loss of Mr. Graham leayes both Emelie and Mrs, Gerard en*irely alone in the world.” “Poor child, indeed!" Adrien Earlescourt mur- mured, as be went down the ri of that stately mansion to his carriage, nnd was driven away to the House of Parliament. “Poor sorrow-stricken, world- eeay woman! will she ever be comforter T Won