Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 102: what you’re looking at

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You would neyer want for anything, and [ am sure that Lord Nelson is a man that any woman might be proud to win for her husband.” “Lord Nelson is well enough,” Helena answered, with downecast eyes, and toying with the spray of fading roses she still held, ‘but he is younger than I, -and I do not love him.” “Nonsense! he is a man whom any woman could honor and respect, [am sure.” | “Very true; but is that all that is necessary to make inarried life happy or even tolerable, mama ?’’ Helena demanded, sternly, turning her flushed, ear- nest face toward her mother. “Helena. I eannot understand you; I never saw you jn such a mood betore, What possesses you to- day? Hitherto you have been as anxious for this match as J. But hark! there comes Lord Nelson himself; hesent to aska few moments ugo if he wight come up to see you.” Mrs, Stewart arose at the sound of a tap, and going to the door admitted a fine-looking young man of about twenty years. — He was tall, and of slender make, with light hair and fair akin. His features were delicate without being effeminate, and a very pleasing expression rested upon them, His eye was full, large, and of a deep blue, meet- Ing yours with an earnest. steadfast look which be- trayed the frankness and integrity of his character, the nobility of his spirit. Mrs. Stewart greeted him with marked gracious- ness. “We were just talking of you,” she said, gayly, “come in and see for yourself how WS, ad SAHA looking. That smart young doctor las just’ been view without—“would inake ime supremely happy.