Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 244: what you’re looking at

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He slipped the receipt into her hand as he spoke. “But,” satd Hazel, still looking troubled, "that will amount to the same thing. T shall be taking money that does not rightly belong to me.” “Bless your dear, hovest heart!" Percy returned ; “vou shall send it to me, if that will satisly your scruples. I will not bave you worried over it.” Thank you,” she said, her face clearing; ‘‘that will do nicely. How glad [ am thatI met you! What should I have done without this receipt if Mrs. Stewart questioned me?” she concluded, with a sigh of relief. “Poor child! you see what one act of deception leads to, and you should never have extorted that promise from me when we first met at Sir Henry’s. {f people had only known our true relations. I could have treated you opeuly, free of charge, as I have a right to do, and no one would have questioned the propriety of it,’ Percy said, gravely. “Perhaps it was a mistake,.’ sighed Hazel; “but T could not bear that any one should think ill of you for what was ny fault alone.” Something in her. tone—in the tender expression on her fair young face, made his heart leap with joy, and he was half tempted to reveal his great love for her then and there. But he knew that they were in full yiew of those upon the veranda, aud he would not subject Hazel to such an ordeal in the presence of others. Six weeks would soon pass, and then he would meet her again; besides, he was uot quite sure that there might not be some truth in Helena’s hints regarding Lord Nelson's intentions, and he was keenly sensi- tive about standing in the way of Hazel’s prospects. “Well, we will not grieve over what cannot now be helped,” he said, reassuringly. ‘‘But I must go. Write to me regularly, Hazel. Nothing will do me somuch good as letters from you when Iam alone in Paris.” She looked up, a glad light in ber eyes, sPraty ; Perey? or are you only saying, that to please me?” she queried, flushing,