Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 229: what you’re looking at

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too, she had @ dim remembrance of a tall, hand- some man, who used to catch and toss her in his arms until her head almost touched the ceiling, and refuse to let her down until she put her arms around his neck and kissed him ‘‘as many times as she was years old.” There was some one else, too, who used to brush her hair, button her boots, and tie pretty ribbons in her sleeves; but it was all so vaszue and unreal that it seemed to belong to some previous state of existence rather than to this life. To-day, however, these visions had haunted her more persistently than usual; perhaps if was be- cause she was alone and realized how few people there were in the world who were her friends, or who really cared for her. Percy, too, had been de- tained in London for two or three days, and she sadly missed him. As her mind reverted to him, she wondered if he was learning to love Helena Stewart—if he would some day marry her. She knew well enough that this was what Helena was seeking. “No, no!” she cried within herself; ‘tI can never let him marry her, for she is false through and through, in spite of her beauty and wonderful powers of fascination. I should have to tell him about that man, ‘Chester;’ but even that could not save him from the bitter disappointment which must follow if he really loves her.” Her heart was full of pain as these thoughts ran riot in her brain, and, almost unconsciously, a long- draw sigh escaped her. “Why, Miss Gay! why that woeful sigh? Has pect Adar forsaken you and left you to your fate?’ exclaimed a cheery voice just behind her; and, glaucing up, she beheld ‘Charles Harwood aeneanne