Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 210: what you’re looking at

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deceive any one else to gratify your ambition, your doom is sealed! I will not spare you!” He threw her hands fiercely from him as he ceased, and had disappeared in the darkvess before she able utter one word of protest against his dark reat. . She was trembling from excitement and ey with fear so that she could scarcely stand, anc staggering within the summer-house, she sank weak and exhaused upon a seat to rest and collect herself, before attempting to return to the house, As she did so the gleam of something white, and a slight movement nea? her, startled ber afresh, *Who—who is here?’ she gasped, in a faint voice, but too weak to stir. “Do not be alarmed, Miss Stewart,” said a quiet voice, ‘itis only I—Hazel.”’ “Hazel Gay!” eried Helena, shocked to rew life and angry strength at thus meeting her hated rival; ‘vou, of all persons in the world!” and she sprang toward her, elutehing her arm with almost trantic energy. “How long have you been here t—what— what have you heard ?” “T was here before you came, Miss Stewart. I have heard—everything,”’ “Everything?” moaned Helena, despairingly. “Yes, every word. [ could not help it.” “Oh! and you know that I——’ Miss Stewart could not go on. “Yes, I know your sad secret,’ Hazel returned, re- gretfully; “but [had no thought of being. an paves- micboo HY dropper. I was forced to be a listener dkattsv any