Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 86: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XI. PERCY MEETS SIR HENRY HARWOOD. “It will not be best to ask the young lady any questions at present,” Perey continued. “She must not be agitated or annoyed in any way. She will be weak and languid for several days, she may evel have some fever, but if she has no shock to produce another attack, I see no reason why she may not be quite herself before the week is out.” “Tt is very strange—I cannot understand it,’ said the duchess, thoughtfully. ‘I shall not feel satisfied until I know what caused it.” Perey simply bowed. Her remark did not call for any reply, and although he, too, secretly felt very curious to kaow what had been the cause of the fair girl’s illness, yet he would not say 80. He prepared something to be given her every two hours, gave a few directions to be followed in case she should grow feverish, and he noticed that his patient's glance followed somewhat anxiously his every movement. He went to her bedside, touched her pulse, laid his cool, firm hand lightly on her forehead, looking searchingly down into her eyes meanwhile. “Do you wish anything?” he asked, in a low, quiet tone. Her lips formed the word “No, but a flush tinged her cheek again, and that same anxious expression still shone in her eyes. Percy felt very sure that something lay heavy on her heart, but he did not see fit to question her, and took his leave, after promising to look in again toward evening, in case the London physician did not come. Connichbooks.co! _— ae a ae ee es ur ee ve. i > Sa