Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 196: what you’re looking at

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Helena Stewart was a terrible being when she gave | the rein to her passion. She walked with a firm, swift tread down the grav- eled avenue toward the sea, until she came to a sinall summerhouse, She peered within this, but no white figure was visible; in the darkness she could distinguish noth- ing. She turned and glanced behind her, Dut nothing was moving as far as she could see, and after a mo- ment of hesitation, she stepped into the place, seated herself upon 2 low chair by the entrance, and bowed her head per her lands, She sat there for several moments without moving, and apparently oblivious of everything but the flerce passion Baging within her, as she thoughtof that | look upon Perey Morton's face as he stood beside | Haze) while she was singing, Was her sister's governess about to win the only man in the world who could make her life happy? Snddenly she became conscious of a human pres- ence beside her, although she had heard no steps, | perecived no movement, The next moment a hand was laid upon her shoul- der, and a low yoice, hoarse with emotion, said in her ear: “Helena, at laat you will have to hear me!” She sprang to her feet, with a cry of fear, and in the dim light, to which she had peereeny. become oi ce saw the figure of a man standing beside er. “Chester! is it you—again ?”" she panted. “Yes, Sit down; I have something of importance | to any to you,” and he moved forward the chair from which she had just arisen. But she evaded him with a quick spring, and dart- ing-out of the summer-house, sped with fear-winged feet back toward the mansion; but, as she went, she caught the ominons words: “You are only putting off the evil day elena, A time of reckon must surely come.” Soriiebook=com