Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 100: what you’re looking at

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straight line. She did not move until she heard a quick, firm tread wpon the gravel beneath her window; then she started, a crimson flush dying all her face, her eyes softened, and she leaned eagerly forward and watched Percy Morton until he disappeared around a curve in the avenue. A sigh of regret escaped her when she could see him no longer. “He is the grandest man I have ever seen,’ she inurmured, musingly, and unaware that she was giving utterance to her thoughts. “Of whom are you speaking, Helena?” inquired Mrs. Stewart, shooting a suspicious glance at her daughter. “Of Dr. Morton,” Miss Stewart confessed, in no wise abashed at having been overheard. ‘‘*Helena!” “Well, Inamma ?” “I hope you will let Dr. Morton alone; you have played the coquette long enough; it, is high time that you began tothink and plan seriously for your future prospects.” ‘ane mocking smile played over Helena’s beautiful ips. “You do enough of that for the whele family, mamn:a.’’ she retorted, with none too much respect in her tone, Mrs. Stewart volored angrily. “Have you no desire tou become the Duchess of Jersey ?” “What I may Or may not desire might not serve to make me cg = : is “You know better, Helena,” returne¢ 16 ue } excitedly ; “you kuow that her grace i Poe iP