Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 336: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXXVI, CHARLIE HARWOOD BARELY ESCAPES DEATH. Percy waited to hear no more, but darting into the house, seized his hat, and then followed the man, who was already on his way back, while he wondered who his patient could be, and why he, almost a stranger in Brighton, should have heen called to him > instead of some better known physician. | About an hour previous, Charlie Harwood—who had remained in Brighton after his parents’ return to London, sleeping at their residence at night and taking his meals at a hofel—weut down to the beach for his regular bath in the surf. He was a fine swimmer, and never from his earliest boyhood had had.any fear of the sea; indeed, it seemed alinost his native element, so much so at times that he became a trifle careless and ventured out beyond his depth. To-day he had felt particu- larly vigorous; the water was at a delightful tem- perature, and he remained in it much longer than usual, and went out farther from the shore than he had ever done before. All at once, to his alarm and dismay. he found his limbs beginning to stiffen, while terrible pains at- tacked his body. He knew at once that he was the | victim of that terrible foe—crainps. He struck out for the shore, but every moment and every exertion only rendered him more helpless. He shouted for help with all his failing strength; but there was no one onthe beach in that vicinity to hear him. He turned his dim eyes out to sea, and rer up his sto ECL ea bilge A faint ray of hope animate is breast a8 he say, in p. dis- tance, a boat evidently hastening to ie RUE RE Aas