Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 162: what you’re looking at

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band, who wag standing beside her. Hazel and. Maxie+ me friends immediately, and chatted freely together, nntil Lord Nelson Hartwell came to claim the former for a quadrille that had been promised him earlier in the evening. He had not met Hazel until introduced to her there by Belle, but the moment his eye met hers, the moment his hand touehed hers, he knew that Helena Stewart could never be his wife; he believed that he should love this beautiful, refined girl as he could love only once in this life. When their quadrille was ended he enticed Hazel out upon the veranda “to see the moon rise,” he said, but really that he might secure her to himself for a few moments’ quiet chat. Hazel did not wonder that Belle had spoken in high praise of the young lord, for she found hima truly delightful companion, and, next to Percy, he came up to her ideal of a noble man. ‘Miss Gay,’’ Lord Nelson said, as they stood watch- ing the full, glorious moon rising apparently out of the shimmering sea, ‘we are making up a party to go to-morrow to Purgatory—a beautiful spet about five miles distant, but wretchedly misnamed. wonder if you could be persuaded to make one of our number.” “T think not, your lordship,” Hazel answered. ‘‘I am engaged with Miss Stewart from nine until two, and we do not allow anything to interfere with our study hours,” “You are very conscientious,’ returned Lord Nel- son, smiling; ‘but if I eould induce Mrs. Stewart to excuse Miss Belle for the day, would you go?” PS (eres Naat but I think 1 SRS serait de- cidedly. ‘Belle is beginning to be really,arterestedh and is doing rood work. TI should prefer Hee there