Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 380: what you’re looking at

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| 16 sun Sanit vo rest belhimn¢ 6 broad expanse of sea, twilizht gradually déepened into evening, and the girl sat there aloue, only her own thoughts for company, a feeling of floom and depression settling upon her heart, and anangry restlessuess and im- patience taking possession of her. Pregently she heard the door-hell ring and an ex- pression of intense relief escaped her. Then came the sound of some one making inquiries of the servant, who went to answer it, and soon the virl cameto her, bringing a card and saying that a sentleman was in the parlor awaiting her, It was so dark upon the veranda that Helena could not read the name upon the card, aud she turned to pass into the hall where the gas was burning; but before she reached the door the bit of pasteboard slipped from her finger and fell between the cracks of the piazza floor, and so was losf. “How provoking!" she exclaimed, with a frown, but the card could not be recovered, and she was obliged to goin to receive her visitor without know- ing who he was. A tall, finely formed man arose to greet her as she entered, whereupon she gave a startled ery. and threw up her bands in a gesture of angry dismay. *You!—you promised me that you would not seek me again!’ she said, passionately. “T know, but I could not keep away, Helena,’ was the sad reply. ‘‘l sent word by Belle that I should call, Did she not tell you?” “Belle !—have you seen her?” asked Helena, losing color. “Yes,” returned Mr. Osborn, forit was he. “TIT had quite a nice little chat with her this morning on the rocks. Your sister is more tenacious of old friend- ships than yourself, Helena,” he added, bitterly. _“Beile is a goose!” Helena retorted, HP Ode