Octavia's Pride; or, The Missing Witness — page 15: what you’re looking at

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_ OCTAVIA'S PRIPE | 5 think that if something isn’t done, they may take him off to prison! Shiver my timbers, if it isn’t enough to make a man long to cast off anchor altogether!” And again Captain Lo went tearing across the cabin floor. At that moment he heard a hail from the wharf. Some sort of interrogation to which the officer on deck gave an affirmative answer, and an instant after struggling feet sounded above his head, and aiter them came a quick, hght tread which, although it was not familiar, yet caused Cap- tain Lo to lift his drooping head and listen attentively, it was so evident that a person of gentle breeding, of aristo- cratic culture, was approaching. For the step of a man has as much expression as his face. The cabin-boy knocked at the inner door. *©A gentleman to see you, sir. A gentleman from the shore.” The visitor entered, and the cabin-boy retreated, closing » the door behind him. Captain Lo brought forward his easy-chair, and bowed courteously, while he examined the new-comer curiously. Which examination, however, gave little satisfaction, ex- cept that it assured the captain of the Sea Foam, that it was some one palpably disguised, who did not choose to be recognized, or hereafter identified. A long loose cloak of blue cloth, with sleeves that half concealed the hands, enveloped his person; a blue cap, with rolling sides and long visor, covered half the forehead, and a large pair of whiskers and long mustache, both of which, Captain Leyard’s keen eye soon settled, were false and put on for the occasion, aided in hiding the rest of the face. » ‘You wish to see me,” said Captain Leyard, half resent- fully, for the sudden suggestion had occurred that the man had some connection with his son’s defalcation in the busi- €s) FG Gee SPO OME DH aN AA ah ae eG OMT DOO com: