Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 169: what you’re looking at

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giddy, untamed young lady?” Hazel’s face dimpled, and her eyes rested affection- ately upon Belle’s animated countenance. “She ta very tame with me, your grace,” she re- Lima ey ative’, pote Taesvalp,” Bele broke ma. kalf in jest, half in é¢arnest, “only this morning I vehaved shockingly to her, but if mamma will just keep her long enough I almost believe she’ll turn me eut an angel yet.” The duchess laughed pi gt and thought Hazel very lovely, with that delicate flush coming and go- ing in her round cheeks. Then she began to point 6ut certain places of interest to her charges and to tell them something of their history. When they reached Purgatory, which was truly too beautitula place to have been so named, in spite of the frighthi gorge or chasm, which some convulsion of nature had made by rending a h@® of granite in twain, Lord Nelson, who had been watching for their arrival, came forward to assist them to alight. The company were just completing their lunch, buat he led the duchess to a comfortable seat, which he had previously arranged for her, and insisted apon serving them with the most tempting viands. Her grace said she would havea roll and a little salad, but Belle and Hazel preferred cake and cream. Charles Harwood and one or two other gentlemen, who had met the young girls the previous evening, came forward and vied with each other in serving them. Belle’s quaint remarks and frank criticisms amused them, while Hazel charmed them by her more refined wit and sparkle. ag a petite eg oo named ae Hazel,’”’ Neison said, in @ low tone, as he be KB ber empty plate, the remark Gating tee atten