Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 351: what you’re looking at

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ta | can't help it,’ Charlie returned; “I want to know what made you think that I was born on the sea?” “T were thinking of that—that other feller that I told you of,” faltered Ton, fearing he had got into deeper waters than he was used to sailing. “Well, what about him? You may ag well tell me first as last; you’ve excicited my curiosity, and I shall not rest until I get to the bottom of the story.” “Well, sir,” the man said, seeing that he could not escape it, ‘you see [ were second mate on board a vessel ouce, and there were a baby born there—it were the son of Captain William Morton——” “Morton!” interrupted young Harwood; “that is Ais name.” ‘““Whose name, sir ?”’ “The young doctor’s—the man who has just gone out.” “Ye don't say /”’ exclaimed Tom Lawson, in sur- prise. “Well, go on,” commanded the sick man, impa- tiently. ‘All right, sir, if ye will know,” the sailor replied; and then he proceeded to relate all that he had pre- viously told Percy, while Charles Harwood listened with the closest attention, his eyes fastened upon his companion as if fascinated by the recital. When he was through, the young man again rolled up his sleeve and looked critically at the strange characters upon his arm. “You say that you did this yourself,” he remarked, thoughtfully. “T don’t say that I done ‘hat, sir,” replied Tom, with a startléd look, “but I do say that I made some marks exactly like ’em on the ecuptain’ssqsyagcgn PO A, A BRR Ae rR ES Sanpete, Cie Er Se te Sed ES = EE A ay | ER, i OR ee vel paige © ec