Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 248: what you’re looking at

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‘ CHAPTER XXVIII. / ii THE MISSING NECKLACE, p This thought served to unlock Hazel's benumbed / senses, and she rushed away to her own room, her face still white, her eyes alfhost wild with a terrible fear. She locked the door with trembling fingers, and then threw herself on her knees beside her trunk. She quickly unlocked it and threw back the lid, her teeth actually chattering from nervousness; then she rapidly removed its contents, until she came to a box lying at the very bottom. Seizing this she untied the ribbon that bound it, lifted the lid. removed a layer of cotton, and with a murmured exclamation of thankfulness and relief beheld her own necklace—that priceless treasure that was almost the only link between her and the mys- terious past of which she had no remembrance. Her first thought had been when she had seen Mrs. Stewart's necklace, that it must be hers—that in some mysterious way the woman had possessed her- self of it, and, knowing how powerless she would be, in her humble position as governess, she feared she could never get it again. “How strange—how very strange that there should be another just like it! What wowd Mrs. Stewart think if she should know that I, her poor governess, ssessed a necklace the exact counterpart of hers? No wonder she thoughtit excited me strangely to pe ee k canes apne t. at that t led nock on her door just a at moment, star her, and a voice called from without : coinlicbooktcoin