Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 337: what you’re looking at

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next moment he sank beneath the waves and lost consciousness. It was a narrow escape for the self-confident voung man, and he would doubtless never have opened his eyes agnin upon the-light of day but for a couple of fishermen who were on their way home from a day’s sport with hook and line, and who, upon be- coming aware of his danger, bent all their energies toward his rescue. He was in a pitiable plight when they at length reached him and drew him into their boat. One of his rescuers was au old sailor of perhaps fifty years, who had been hired for the day for his knowledge of the fishing grounds and his familiarity with the oars; the other was a young man of perhaps twenty-five years. ; He was a finely formed fellow, having a well- shaped head, a prepossessing manner and bearing, and would have been regarded handsome but for the stern expression of his face and the strangely cynical curves about his mouth. “T know him,’ he said, as he bent over the in- sensible young m&n; “he lives yonder,” pointing to Sir Henry Harwood’s residence, which was directly opposite them. They rowed with all speed for the shore, aud bore their still unconscious burden to the house, which. finding the key in the door, they entered without ceremony. There was a bedroom on the lower floor, and, re- moving the clothing from the young man, they wrapped him in blankets and put him to bed, while one gare heist . work over him, and the other went in search of a physician. ‘ A gardener was found at work up6H™repisee,