Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 265: what you’re looking at

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“Can you prove that this neckiace was found on your person? Is the light-house-keeper who rescued you living?” he asked. | “No; he died several years ago, and there is no mark upon the necklace,” Hazel answered, wearily. “What has become of his assistant and grandson ?” pursued the detective. “The man who helped him I know nothing of; the grandson, [—is not in this country,’ the young girl answered, flushing, She was more and more determined not to impli- cate Percy, if she could possilxly avoid it. She feared, since she had withheld the truth regarding her pre- vious acquaintance with him, that they might per- haps accuse him of being her accomplice if she should appeal to him to identify the necklace; for he, too, would have only his word to prove it, while there were hosts of witnesses who could swear to Mrs. Stewart’s previous possession of if, “Where is this young an?” persisted the officer, who had noticed her flush. ‘In France,’’ Hazel admitted, reluctantly. “What is his name?’ “T—I prefer not to give it,’’ she faltered, with downcast eyes. “Look here,my young lady,” said the man, brusque- ly, yet not unkindly, ‘perhaps you do not realize that you are in avery critical position just now; if you cannot prove what you have just told us, it will be my duty to arrest you, which, I am free to confess, Tam very loth to do, and you will be tried for theft; so it stands you in hand to bring all the evidence you can to corroborate your statements.” Hazel swayed, and put out her hand to the mantel to siondy aS a as > Sioned to role. : “T have told you only the truth,” she said, after a minute, during which she struggled ecient