Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 193: what you’re looking at

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favors.” : Something in his tone made Hazel blush again and feel very uncomfortable; but she did not press her offer, and her enjoyment of her flowers was destroyed from that moment. They had scarcely begun to talk of something else when Hazel heard a light step behind her, and then a voice said, with ineisive distinctness: “Miss Gay, Belle needs yon. Will you go to her?” Then Helena Stewart, in an exquisite toilet of black lace over inaize-colored silk, with sprigs of golden wheat disposed among the draperies, and with gleaming topazes upon her neck and arms, came sweeping forward, with her brilliant smile, and ex- tended hand, to greet Dr. Morton. Hazel turned away with very bright eyes, for she had caught the angry gleam that Helena shot at her as she passed, and went up stairs to find that Miss Stewart had told an untruth to get her out of her way. Belle did not need her, and was just emergiug from the hands of her maid, looking both pretty and Piquank in pink tulle and white roses. When they went down together they found the | guests arriving thick and fast. Lord Nelson and | ‘harlie Harwood, as Belle now familiarly called the latter gentleman, were among them, and both hast- ened forward to greet the young girls. Mr, Harwood secured the first dance with Hazel, but Lord Nelson kept her card a long time, and when | ne returned it she found his name upon it in four places. Her time was so monopolized after that, that she saw nothing more of Perey for a long while, for he was not among the dancers; but while she was rest- iny, after a delightful varia Lord Nelson, le_ eve to her and, holding O@¥ Ris hand, asked for ber }