Octavia's Pride; or, The Missing Witness — page 118: what you’re looking at

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108 OCTAVIA’S PRIDE. ‘Such a fellow came to me the night before I left Lon- 39 don. ‘< And you refused, and I was dolt enough to meddle with business you disdained to touch. I tell you this is a lesson, Leyard, to last mea life-time. Confound the man in the blue cloak! Blast his eyes!” ‘Blue eyes—what an odd, pale color they were,’ posed Captain Lo, lugubriously; ‘‘and so large!” ‘Blue? Oh, no, Leyard; they were gray and small.” ““You were dazed by the gold he brought, Holt; they were certainly blue, and no one could: call them small.” “Well, well, with the rest of the mischief, we won’t let him make us quarrel. But they were small and gray, nevertheless. Come and see the old fellow. But, if you don’t want to be bored to death you won’t let him know you’ve seen the man in the blue coat, let his eyes be what they will.” Captain Lo looked over to the figure indicated by his companion’s pointing finger. He saw a man, tall, and not much bent, but thin and spare, the skin dry and wrinkled, and swarthy as an Indian’s. He looked up just then, either because he held some clairvoyant knowledge of the scrutiny, or that he had been watching the pair, and Captain Lo met an eye small, coal-black, and brilliant, which held somehow a singular glare, like the fatal dazzle of a serpent. ‘Bless my soul !” exclaimed Captain Lo, startled in spite of his absent-mindedness; ‘‘I don’t wonder your sailors were shy of him. Those are strange eyes to accompany that white hair. I can’t say I am particularly anxious to give him a passage.” ‘‘leave him then,” said the other; ‘it’s none of my business. ” > inter- ‘Leave him on the island!’ said the captain of the Sea com C 900kS.Cc . ¢ 2 ett w M ties - , \ ’ Sd , , : rs vu as. 14 2 A , sat iva a “tk pte Re pale tes ee Spee , is