Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 391: what you’re looking at

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no harm, but they had not looked for any sueh mani- festation of feeling as this. | Marie, however, straightened matters somewhat by going to her mother and saying, in her gentle, di- rect way: “Maiuma, Mrs. Stewart wishes to talk to you about something that occurred at the time of the Chicago tire; she thinks that I may be her daughter.” Mrs, Earlescourt started up, a look of anxiety, al- most of fear, on ber face. “My dear! I am sure I could not have understood you aright !” she said, glancing from one to the other | in doubt and perplexity, “Yes, mamma, she lost alittle girl about my age at that time,’ Marie pursued; ‘ther name was May, and she is sure that I am that child,” “Oh, Mrs. Earlescourt, how much I owe you, and what a poor rettirn I have made in my treatment of Hazel! Child!” turning to the young girl, who was sitting near her mother, ‘can you ever forgive me for my hard-heartedness and lack of sympathy ?" “Dear Mrs. Stewart. pray do not let it trouble you any more,” said Hazel, rising. and going to her. ‘I do not see how you could have prevented matters taking just the course they did. and I do not cherish any ill-will on account of it. Of course I ain very glad to have my innocence established, but, truly, [ al as gorry as I can be to have you lose your beauti- ful necklace.” “You are a lovely little Christian!” criatiitixtlteam