Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 354: what you’re looking at

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“Do you know anything about the elder Mr. Mor- ton?” Charlie asked. “No, sir; only he was said to be a fine captain himself in his day, and that his son got his love for | 5 i titi and his judgimeut in sailin’ a vessel from his ather.’ “Very likely,” responded the young man. while he added, to himself, *while doubtless that law of in- -heritance has ruled me also. Where else do I get my love for the sea? Itis very strange,” he continued, aloud. ‘And you thought, when you saw these marks ou wy arm, that I must be Captain Morton's son ?”” “Yes, sir; and—beggin' your pardon, sir—I think 80 now,” the man answered, while he studied the fine, manly face before him with a critical eye. “Ah! How so?” _“Because, though you’ve a more gentleman-like manner about ye, and a fairer complexion, and a smoother speech, ye’re the very image of the cap'n him- self?" the man returned, in a low tone, as if half afraid to make this statement, Young Harwood flushed. “But I have always supposed that I was the son of Se Henry Harwood of London,” he said, thought- ‘ully, “*‘Maybe ye be; it ain’t for the like o’ me to contra- dict it,” Tom Lawson said; ‘but it looks to me as if he must be the man who took the eap‘n’s son from the ’sylum where I left him. Bein’ a doctor, he’d be likely to go to such places.” “Well,” returned the yonng man, ina resolute tone, and again sitting up in bed, “I intend to know the truth before T am six hours older. Hand me wy clothes there.” ~ The sailor regarded him in blank amag@viexe=-<om SE aves ee Ret PR Pe et, a Cae habla.