Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 333: what you’re looking at

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Involuntarily Hazel’s eyes turned toward the avenue where she had last seen Lord Nelson, and Percy’s glance following hers, he saw the young man just disappearing within the boat-house at the other end, an unmistakable air of dejection in all his move- meuts. “Has his lordship anything to do with it? Have you two been quarreling?” Percy pursued, trying to speak lightly, although his heart was heavy within im. “Oh, no, not areerelines but—I—I am afraid that I have wounded him deeply,” Hazel answered, tremulously, her head drooping, and tears dropping thick and fast upon the hands that lay clasped upon her lap. Percy sat down beside her, his strength suddenly forsaking him at her words, a wild hope taking pos- session of him. “My dear Hazel, do you wish to give me your con- fidence ?”’ he asked. ‘Do you wish ine to understand that you have just rejected Lord Hartwell ?”’ Hazel bowed assent, a rich crimson suffusing her cheek, brow, and even her white neck. A glad light leaped into Percy Morton’s eyes; his heart thrilled with a joy such as he had never known before, If Hazel had refused Lord Nelson Hartwell | and the brilliant future which would be hers as his wife. he believed that he might yet hope to win her, and looking back over the past, a hundred little signs, and words, aud looks which, at the time, had seemed meaningless to him, how appeared full ofa fond significance that made his blood leap through his veins, tingling every nerve in his body with sud- den ecstasy, His face flushed, his lips trembled, afR@#C%SRA