Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 164: what you’re looking at

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Tht ree tema ca ch te Oe, Soe So Cnt a oe oe yiment, if I grant your request upon sucha con- ition; however, since you made it yourself you will have no one else to blame,’ she retorted. “You are fond of dancing, are you not, Miss Gay ?” he a as he gave her his arm to conduct her within. “Yes, indeed, when I have a good partner.” “Am—am Tan agreeable partner, Miss Gay?’ he inquired, bending cagerly toward her. azel darted a quick, bright look at him. “YT suspect that you are begging a compliment Dowie she said, roguishly, but coloring beneath his glance. “Never mind; tell me, please.” “Tnever had a better,’ she confessed, lightly. ‘Thank you,” the young lord returned, with a twinkle in biseye. ‘I shall remember that inthe fu- ture when I request the pleasure of your hand, and remind you of it.” Hazel told herself that all this was only jest—only the pleasant chat of the moment that really meant noth- ing; nevertheless if was very pleasant to be sought out by him, to feel that he enjoyed her society, to listen to his cultured conversation. Something in his look, his tone, and his touch sere a lovely color in her cheeks, and now, as she whirled over the polished floor upon his arm to the entrancing rhythm of the music, she forgot everything but the enjoyment of the moment, while many who observed her thought her the lovelHest creature in the room. “Look at her. nother!” whispered Helena Stewart, as her eyes followed those two figures keeping step so perfectly. “She has danced three times with Lord Nelson—twice in succession; your goxexpess bids fair to become the belle of the season.”