Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 116: what you’re looking at

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, CHAPTER XIV. “WILL NOTHING MOVE YOU FROM YOUR PURPOSE ¢” It takes a delicate touch and great nicety of ex- pression to play “The Shepherd Boy” effectively, simple as itis. Butit was also one of Hazel’s favor- ites, and putting her whole soul in it, the very air ref to quiver and thrill with the sweet, plaintive melody. The duchess thanked her with her most gracious smile, as she arose from the piano. “You are a true musician,” she said, looking a/- miringly into Hazel’s flushed, expressive face; ‘‘you feel every note that you touch.” “When could you come to us, Miss Gay?” Mrs. Stewart inquired, her habitual imperiousness greatly modified by real respect for the girl who possessed such rare talent, and who was evidently areal lady. “My school will close on Thursday—I[ shall be at liberty then,” Hazel quietly replied. But her heart sank within her as she thought of the trial in reserve for her in the resistance that she would have to meet from Percy when he should learn of her decision. “Would you object to leaving London—to going to the sea-shore for three or tour months?” Mrs, Stewart continued. “Oh, no; I love the sea,” Hazel said, her face growing luminous at the suggestion. She had long pined for the sea, whieh she regarded almost as her natural element, from having lived so many years in the very midst of if, on her island home, with Perey and his grandfather, . a is well,” ey rest ert ae in a satis- ed tone. ‘‘for we have ta & & Ab ate where we shall remain until the last Acoinicbooks: Cony