Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 95: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XII. MISS STEWART IS PRONOUNCED OUT OF DANGER. The next morning, about eleven o’clock, Dr. Percy Morton inade hissecond visitto Miss Helena Stewart. He found her seated at a window, in a dark blue velvet lounging chair. She was clad in a dainty white wrapper ‘of some fine sheer material. trimmed with a protusiou of rare lace, and bound at the waist with a mass of delicate blue ribbons. In her white hands she held aluxuriant spray of pale pink Scotch roses, and she made a bewildering picture with her colden head resting against the softly cuslioued chair, her pure cameo-Cub profile delicately outlined by the rich velvet. She glanced up with a quick look of interest as the servant announced “Dr. Morton,” and eagerly scruti- nized the young physician’s face, while a faint flush arose to her temples. Mrs. Stewart arose at his entrance, and went for- ward to greet him; then, turning to the beautiful convalescent, she ‘said, with a smile of pride and affection which betrayed how completely her heart wus bound up in her fair daughter - “Helena, dear, this is your physician. Dr. Morton, my daughter, Miss Stewart.” Perey acknowledged the introduction with quiet courtesy, although he marveled at the loveliness of the fair girl, while she greeted him with a bow and a ravishing smile. “You will exense your physician for not being ceremonious, Miss Stewart,” Percy said, as he at once drew a chair to her side, and lightly laid his fingers upon her white, blue- veined Ww ge “Ny Vv isib to-day ig a mere matter of form, I wive,' he added, lightly, “for you are very mudy Hp see eet,