Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 125: what you’re looking at

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He sprang to his feet and began pacing restlessly back and forth. | “Will nothing move you from your purpose?” he cried, a feeling of despair at his heart. - “No, Percy, [think not. I believe that I am doing right,’ Hazel replied, gently but firmly. e stopped shert and looked at her at this. Did shefear the gossip of idle tongues? he won- dered. Did she fear that when people should learn that she was his sister only by adoption they would question the propriety of their living together in the Way that he had planned? She sat there looking so fair and pure in her spot- | less robes, with her pale, troubled face, and down- | cast eyes, and her small white hands clasped upon her lap, that he could: not believe that any such thought had ever entered her mind. But he was very blind. “No, you are not doing right, Hazel,” he said, gravely, “you are doing very wrong. I am your proper guardian by right of my maturer years, by right of having helped to rescue you when you were a little child, and by rivht of my grandfather's injunc- tion, when he lay dying, to eare for you always and never let you want for any needful thing. What has come over you of late?’ he went on, wore excitedly; “vou havenot been like yourself during this last year; you have grown cold, reserved; you have repelled me aud kept me at arms’ length, sometimes making me feel like a stranger. What is it, Hazel? have I ever offended or wounded you in any way ?” He came nearer her and looked appealingly down upon her. “No, byte tin re he Hazel seat feeling that she must not allow him to imagine anything hike Ree on he must not think that she had pe comic onrascomm