Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 87: what you’re looking at

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BAU UUANUe Her grace followed him from the room, and begged | that he would remain to lunch with the family. He declined courteously, pleading his duties to his other patients, and even refused to be carried back to town, saying that the morniug was bright and fine and he preferred the walk. Her ladyship graciously extended her hand to him | at parting. She liked the straightforward, self-con- tained young doctor right well, and told herself that | she would see more of him. As Perey was walking down the avenue leading to the highway, thinking over the strange occurrence of the morning, and pondering upon the remarkable loveliness of the young girl who had become his patient under such peculiar circumstances, he en- countered the man who had come to summon him. “Ah! you have returned,” he remarked, with his genial smile, for Percy Morton was courteous alike to rich or poor, high or low—a thorough Christian gentleman, who believed that while he was a healer of men’s bodies, he also had a mission to perform in ministering to their moral needs as well. “Yes, sir, some time ago, sir,” the inan responded, doffing his hat respectfully; ‘‘and I’ve just been down to the rhododendron walk to see if i could find out what frightened the young leddy.” “Ah! is it near by?’ Percy asked, with a sudden look of interest. “Yes, sir; the first walk on the right, and the rho- dodendrons are a goodly sight, sir; if ye have time, just take a look at them; her grace is very proud of er collection.” “Thank you, my man, I will,” Percy replied, and Ee nek her object, besid ing the fi e another object, besides seeing the flowers, in going to the rhododendron walk. i Sicreneeant