Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 13: what you’re looking at

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ing gesture, a frightened look leaping to her eyes, and clung to Percy with an appealing glance that set the boy’s pulses thrilling with a feeling of re- sponsibility and protection that was as delightful as it was new to him. She was indeed a “winsome little fairy.” Small, even for her age, which could not have exceeded three years, yet perfectly formed, with delicately molded features of great beauty. Her brows were slightly arched, and a little darker than her hair; her lashes very long and curling. Her mouth was small and very sweet in expression; hernosestraight and perfect, as if shaped by the hand of a sculptor. Everything about her proclaimed the petted little aristocrat, while every article of clothing told that she had been reared in luxury and affluence. Mrs. Butlerhad hastened to do her master’s bidding, bringing the blankets before preparing any nuourish- ment, She warmed them before the fire and then would have wrapped them about the child; but she would allow no one to touch‘her but Perey, who took them and folded them about her as tenderly and deftly aa if he had been accustomed to perform such offices all his life. Wheu the bow) of bread and milk was brought, the little one turned impatiently away from it, while a disconsolate sob burst from her pale lips. “Poor, poor lass: her heart aches for them that's gone,” said the tender-hearted Hxht-keeper, with a sizh and a starting tear, ‘‘buf aii: bet~er make her ent it, Percy, if you can‘; she needs it,” Perey took the bowl aud knelt close beside the lounge, "Pear little girl,” he whispered, Sy toy that you are cold aiid hungry, aid this will ma rou fee ever so much better; play that I'm prercay ican