Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 33: what you’re looking at

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He hesitated, glanced at her writing materials, and then at her. “My letters are finished and only waiting to be ad- dressed,” she added, reading his thought; then re- suining her chair, she indivated by a graceful gesture another for his use. “Thanks; he said, as he sat down only too wil- lingly, “and now tell me, are you filly recovered.” “Physically, yes; she replied, a sudden rush of tears bringing & slight flush to her brow, while her beautiful lips quivered painfully. Strong man though he was, Adrien Earlescourt could have wept for her; there was something so pathetic in the way she strove to maintain her self- control; in the expression of her white, erief-worn face, and the attitude of her slender, black-robed figure. “Tam glad to hear even that,’ he returned, a grave sympathy tor her sorrow in his tone. “Of course, I know it takes long for heart- wounds to heal. Believe me, your friends, aud even others who have not the privilege of being regarded as such, have felt deeply for youin your dark hours.” ; Then as he sdw the look of agony which his words called into her eyes, he changed the subject. “Mrs. Ashleigh tells me that you are soon to return to America.” “Yes, we sail the 30th of April; business of great importance recalls me; I would never go back other- wise,”” Mr. Earlescourt’s eyes brightened at this remark. “Do youlike England well enough to make it a permanent home?’ he asked, “TLlike England very, very much; but it is not that—I dread the ocean,’ and a shiver of horror ran over her at the thought of her approaching voyage. | “T do not think you need apprehend dwHweeus-<e