Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 52: what you’re looking at

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that told her s0 much—that told her he loved her with all the strength of his nature, and that he bhai have risked his life a hundred times to save | ers. She quietly disengaged her hands, and, too agitated | and embarrassed to Make any reply, turned withont a word to care for the little waif whom they had res- cued from among the surging crowd on their way to- this place of safety. An expression of pain and self-reproach settled upon the face of this royal-hearted man as he too turned away to care for the noble horse who lad so | well borne his part in conveying them thither. “T onght to have plucked my tongue out by the roots before wounding her thus,” he muttered, with a floomy brow. ‘What mustshe think of me? How can [ ever explain or ask to be forgiven? But the terrors and dangers of this night have been enough to make any man forget himself.” He removed the harness from the horse and fastened him to a tree, drew the buggy close under its sheltering branches, and then went back to his charges. He found Mrs. Graham sitting on the ground with the child, whom she had wrapped in a shawl, asleep in her arms. “She will tire you out,” he said, as he saw how pale and weary she was looking. ‘*Let me put her mto the buggy where she will be more comfortable, and you will be relieved of the care of her.” “T like it,” Mrs. Graham returned, her arms in- voluntarily closing about the small form, while tears started to her eyes. “It almostseems as if I had wy own darling back again. Still I know that she will be more coifortable in the buggy ; perhaps it will be pest for you to put her there.”’ She allowed him to take the little one and followed him to see that she was carefully covered. “Mamma, mamina,” sobbed the child, arousing a moment as she was laid upon the cushions, and Emelie Graham's heart ached for her and for the hearts made desola e that night by her loss, “Now let me do something for your comfort,” Mr. Farlescourt said, turning to her aud regarding her anxiously. He had snatched two robes from their pegs when leaving the stable, and he took them from. beneath the seat of the buggy as he spoke. comlicboolks.Coum oS ie ——