Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 400: what you’re looking at

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willing—content to share what [could get?” he asked, ina tone that sent the blood flying to her temples. Her eyes fell beneath the fond fook in his; she ‘be- gan to understand him; she began to fcel that per- haps he might have loved her fora good while, hut Was sensitive about betraying it when she was re- ceiving so much attention from others, Suddenly she rallied and lifted a brilliant, smiling glance to him. “That would depend,” she said, with a saucy little toss of her head. “Upon what, dear ?” “Oh, I cannot stop to tell you now,” she returned, arehly, but flushing delightfully, ‘*tor I see mamma beckoning me to introduce me to some of her friends, Will you take me to her?”’ He turned to do her bidding, but whispered on the way: “Promise ine, Hazel, that you will give me the sup- per hour. I have something especial that I wish to tell you—will you %” “Yes,’’ Bhe briefly replied, while her white lids drooped shyly over her iovely eyes. And hermother, catching a vlinpse of her radiant ein just then, read a story there that made her smile. “T shall not keep my darling long,” she thought; the old, old love will win her.” comicbooks.com |