Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 185: what you’re looking at

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IT ouly hope that I shall preve myself worthy of it.” “T am not afraid; you are worthy of anything Percy,”’ Hazel replied, with a glance that set his pulses bounding with hope, “Time will prove that,” he returned. “But I must say good-by. Take good care of yourself, dear—I do not like these pale cheeks—and you lust write to me as usual. ITimay run down to Brightou again soon, and will not fail to see you then.” “You are very good to me, Percy. I was afraid——” “Well, of what were you afraid, my pet?’ he asked, as she faltered. “That you would not forgive me——” “Thave not,” he interposed, flushing slightly, but still smiling, “and I shall not, quite, until you do.as I wish you to.” Hazel blushed crimson at this. “IT am sorry——” she began, humbly, when Percy laughed outright. “You look so pretty, Hazel, with that lovely color in your cheeks, that I should surely Kiss you if Sir Henry were not looking. and in spite of the fact that you refused my caresa last evening. But I must go, or my superior will think that I am a great while in making my professional mquiries. Aw revoir, dear, and be sure that you write to me often.” He lifted his hat again, bowing with mocking for- mality before her, and then went away, leaving her greatly cheered, for she saw that, while he was far from being reconciled to their present relations, he did not cherish anger toward her. Her face was very bright after that little visit, and no one had occasion to remark upon her lack of color again that day. (TO BE CONTINUED.) comichooks.com