Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 96: what you’re looking at

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88 OLD SPECIE. “True, it’s a matter of four years back, and I haven’t set eyes on you since, but I thought your wife’s face looked familiar. You remember now the chase along the Harlem, the canal boat on fire, and how we saved Emma?’’ It was astonishing to notice the change that came over the man’s face. He had been glowering at the ‘‘doctor,”’ as though ready to assault him. Now astonishment broke out upon his features, followed by glad eagerness. | “Can I believe my ears? Bless my soul if it ain’t-——— Emma, come here!”’’ The door opened very quickly. His wife appeared. “Took at this gentleman again, Emma, and tell me, is he the man who saved you from that burning canal boat on the Harlem?’’ ‘“‘Hmma remembers my tearing the shawl that was on fire from her shoulders.” ‘“Yes, yes, indeed I do.’’ ‘Do you see that hand—the scar on the back was a burn I received that night.’’ The woman seized his hand, looked at the scar, and impulsively carried it to her lips. ‘You saved my life, sir,’’ she murmured. Martin had by this time seized his other hand. It was a singular scene, quite a change from that of a few minutes before. “T am glad to see you again, sir, to be able to thank you for what ye did.”’ “There, there, Martin, never mind that now. Business called me away unexpectedly that time, and I had no chance to see you, Just now I desire (Ee) Gcomicbooks