Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 77: what you’re looking at

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nS se ee” a ER aS em agama? re Oe pe eke could not be reconciled to their separation. “If we could only live together, Percy, T should be perfectly happy,” she used to say, wistfully, almost every time that he visited her, and the words always made his heart bound and his pulses thrill. “We will some time, I hope, my pet. When you graduate and I have my diploma, I will settle in some busy town, put out my sign as an M. D., and then we will make a cozy home for ourselves once more,” he would answer, smiling; and Hazel would long for the time to come when this délightful castle in the air would become substantial and real. But as time went on a “ehange came o’er the spirit of her dream”’—a change that both puzzled and troubled Percy, becanse it was so gradual and in- tangible that he hardly was aware of it until it had become settled and beyond his power to control or remove. We ‘cannot linger over those three years; they passed rapidly, as all busy years pass, and at their close Percy received his diploma, together with a eer- tificate of hearty recommendation from the faculty, which he considered even a greater prize. There seemed to be an inviting opening for him in Kingston, one of_the suburbs of London, and only seven miles from that city, consequently he decided to locate there, and a few weeks after completing his studies he had fastened an attractive sien beside the door of his lodgings, and was prepared to minister to any who might require his services. Hazel was now seventeen. In one more year she, too, would graduate, and be ready to take up the duties of life. She was developing into a marvelously beautiful young lady, She was tall and slender, but having a perfect form, whose every movement was full of euse aud grace. Her small, finely shaped head was proudly poised upon a white, beautiful neck, and crowned with a wealth of waving brown hair, Her face was not remarkable so much for its beauty of feature as for the witchery of its ever-changing ex- pression, in which archness, piquancy, sweetness, and merriment blended ina way to fascinate every beholder, A pair of brilliant, dancing eyes looked out from beneath long lashes a trifle daeeierads-eap | ain’ <r bel eo) Wao oi ee Bee be OL Se Pera! oS wh ee