Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 146: what you’re looking at

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“What for ?’’ was the breathless query. “To look at the rnododendrons. The gardener told me that her grace had some fine specimens and in- ee to take a look at them.” “There was a world of relief in the simple inter- jection, that told Percy a great deal. “This was about where you fell, I believe,”’ he said. stopping at a turn in the path. “How do you know ?” Helena asked, surprised, and he felt the hand that rested on his arm tremble slightly. “T imagined so from certain indications.” “What indications?" “Well, the gravel all about here seemed to have been disturbed; flowers were broken from the Poi aa and trampled and crushed upon the walk; be- sides——" ‘Besides what?’ imperatively, as he hesitated. “Near here, lying just under the shadow of this shrub on our right, [ found—this.” | As he concluded, lie drew from a pocket of his vest the ring which he had discovered in the lost glove on that eventful morning. For a moment there was a death-like hush, during which Helena Stewart’s eyes were fastened on that cirelet of gold set with the costly and beautifully carved cameo, while a thrill like an electrie shock | vibrated throughout her frame. | The next she looked calmly up into her companion’s face with a lovely sinile. “Did you really find that here?” she asked. “ es. “Well—but—what could that eireumstance, ha to do with proving to you that PPS ichoaRAcan