Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 376: what you’re looking at

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“What nonsense are you saying, mamma?” Belle demanded, impatiently. “Tam sure I caunot understand you,” Marie said. erplexed, and almost fearing that this unexpected enovement was aflecting Mrs. Stewart's brain. “Have you not heard? Has no one told you about Hazel and the termination of the suit?” asked Mrs. Stewart, surprised, for she supposed all Brighton knew it by this time. “No; we have seen no one. We have;been down on the rocks all day. Poor Hazel! I had almost for- gotten about her in the excitement of this wonderful story. Do tell us,mamina, what they have done about her?” cried Belle, eagerly. “Hazel has been acquitted,” her mother returned. The young girl executed a marvelons pirouette, in- dicative of ecstatic joy, at this announcement, while her face shone, and her eyes gleamed with delight. “Oh, how was it?—I can never wait for you to tell me in this slow way,” she cried. ‘Did Doctor Mor- ton’s evidence clear her ?” “No; Doctor Morton's evidence amounted to noth- ing of itself; some one else presented testimony that exonerated her, at the last moment.” “Was it the real thief?” interrupted Belle. almost hysterically. “No; it was some one who identified the necklace beyond question—Hazel’s own mother !” “Oh, mamma!” gasped Belle, sinking on her knees beside her mother, overcome by this startling state- ment. “Oh, the wonders of this day! Whoever heard anything like it? Howdid it happen? Where did the woman come from’ Whois she?” Phen sete. chided por MORE, smiling in spite rs) er heavy heart at this fire of eager esti ¥ “Hazel’s mother is—Mrs. Earlescourt combos shons