Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 88: what you’re looking at

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view the spot where Miss Stewart had fainted. There was something very mysterious about the cir- cumstance, and he had a theory of his own regard- ing it, Fle turned to the first walk on the right, and.a mo- ment later found himself in a perfect bower of beauty. The duchess had indeed reason to be proud ef her special favorites, for the collection was very large as well as rare, aud comprised inany exceedingly beau- tiful specimens. For a time Percy forgot his chief object, in coming here, in his admiration of the gorgeous display. He had never seen anything so lovely of the kind be- fore, and he simply reveled in the masses of brilliant coloring. But, on suddenly rounding a great bed ef Rosewm Elegans, whose wonderful bloom was alinost dazzling to the eye, he came upon the spot, he was quite sure, where Miss Stewart had fainted. The gravelin the path had been kicked up in several places, and there were numerous foot-prints all about. A portion of the shrub, too, was broken, and some of the lovely flowers lay scattered on the ground, and even tram- pled into the earth. A step or two farther on, and lying just under the shadow of the glowing shrub, something else at- tracted his keen eye, and caused an exclamation, half of surprise, half of satisfaction, to escape him. It was a glove—a gentlemans glove! He stooped to pick it up. It was of kid—dark brown in color, and heavily stitched on the back. Perey smoothed it out in his hand, and as he did so, he felt a hard substance in one of the fingers. He shook it softly over his palin. A ring dropped out—a plain, heavy chs ve “ ; books 9 set with one of the loveliest cameos the Chad ever