Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 314: what you’re looking at

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depressed over the loss of a valuable memento; the other full of anger and passionate despair at the hopelessness of her love for Percy Morton, and at the triumph of her despised rival. — The young physician, after bidding them a conr- teous good-morning, took his way toward the resi- dence of the Duchess of Jersey. Meantime Mrs. Earlescourt, on leaving the court- room, had been driven directly to the home of the duchess, who was waiting at the door with open aris and beaming face to receive her, | “‘My dear friend,” she said, folding herin a warm embrace, “I believe this is the happiest day of my life, to think that it falls to me to give you back your daughter after these long years of separation !” | “T shall always love you a hundred fold after this,” Mrs. Earlescourt returned, trewulously, as she kissed the kind old face lookiny so affectionately into hers. ‘Where is.she—my Hazel? Why is it I never hap pened to hear her name before? I believeI must have recognized and owned herif I had, for she has her father's eyes and brow, although I always called her ‘pet.’”’ “Ts her real name Hazel?’ questioned the duchess. “No; she was named Florence Hazeltine, which was her Grandmother Graham’s maiden name, though no one save my mother ever called her Flor- ence. My husband and I always gave her some pet name; his especial one was Hazel—Witch-Haze), But let me go to her,” Mrs. Earlescourt pleaded, eagerly. “You shall. She is in her own room,” returned the duchess. “I persuadedher to go and He down until you came; sheis not yet fully recovered from the shock of this wonderful discovery, Co 10,7 she added, drawing her friend into a smatete SPU