Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 97: what you’re looking at

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pleasure that Iam reaping from it,” he concluded, with a glance of admiration at his companion. Helena Stewart shot a quick, shy look at him, and her color deepened Neartitally: it wasas if the ris- ing sun had tinged her pure skin with his most deli- cate flush. “See whata beautiful view I have from wy win- dow !” she said, turning away to hide it. “see how perfectly the park slopes away to the highway: notice the river in the distance, and the towu grace- fully skirting its banks. Kingston is a place of con- siderable interest, I find,” she went on, animatedly. “Thave been reading about the Saxon Kings that were crowned here, and of the council which Egbert convened here so many hundreds of years ago. The duchess has some old Roman coins that were found among the ruins of the old town; you ought to see them, Dr. Morton; they are very curious,” “No doubt; such old relics are often very interest-— iny,’’ Percy remarked, thinking that she was very. clever as well as fair; and then the conversation drifted to relics of antiquity in general. Miss Stewart and her mother. had traveled largely, and such things appeared to have a peculiar charm for them both. Helena herself was extremely well-read and very entertaining in conversation, and Perey was beguiled ae making a very unprofessional call of a full 10ur. When the clock upon the mantel chimed twelve musical strokes, he looked up astonished and a red flush shot over his face. He arose immediately, “Tam afraid I am lacking in professional discre- tion,” he remarked, smilingly. “Miss©Seerentorat