Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 270: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXIX. A CHRISTIAN DUCHESS. “Oh, Lord Nelson, don’t, don’tlet him take heraway !” Belle cried, in a perfect abandonment of grief. ‘I know there is some mistake— Hazel never did a wrong thing in her life. But they will not believe her, and this man is going to take her away to prison. Oh, can’t you do something to save her?” “Save her—Hazel! Take her away to prison!” Lord Nelson repeated, mechanically, and overcome | with astonishment, while he grew pale at the om- inous words, and glanced wonderingly from the weeping girl in his arms to the strange man and Hazel standing so pale and sad beside him. “Whbat does she mean?” he demanded, recovering himself somewhat, and speaking now to Hazel her- self, A vivid flush shot up to her brow as she met his glance, and her lips quivered with pain as she replied: , “They think that I—have taken something that does not belong to me, and—I have been arrested.” Arrested! You!” he thundered, in a voice of indig- nant protest. ‘Wait!’ he commanded, addressing the detective. Then, turning to Mrs. Stewart, he demanded an explanation. She told him briefly what had occurred oand Showe