Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 260: what you’re looking at

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“And that Hegel Tk valuable in that?” he asked, as a mere matter of for “It contains a memento that belonged to—my mother,’’ Hazel replied, lifting her beautiful eyes to him, and meeting his er with perfect frankness, though her lips quivered slightly as she uttered the sacred name of ‘*mother.”’ “Tg your mother living?” he inquired. “No, sir,’’ she returned, tears starting to her eyes. ber | believe you are all right, my young lady,” he re- turned, stepping back, touched by her emotion, and shrinking, with an unusual feeling of delicacy ‘ from prying among those relics of a sacred past. “Put up your trumpery and we'll move on to some- thing else.” Hazel gave an involuntary sigh of relief at these words, thankful that the terrible ordeal was past and she was safe, The sound smote upon the man's ear, and aroused him like au electric current. He turned about like a flash. “By the way, we may as well have a glance inside that box,” he said, hiseagle eye searching her face. Hazel knew, all too late, that she had betrayed herself. She stood like a statue. Her heart sank like lead, her eyelids fluttered ner- vously, and her lips contracted almost spasmodieally, allof which was remarked by the shrewd man be- side her. He stooped and took the box from the trunk, yet shrunk instinctively from touching the ribbon that bound it. pe ol oe woldkee te by 0 “wero this,” he said, courteously, holding oward her Mechanieéally she took one end of the rib ee ea