Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 338: what you’re looking at

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who, knowing that Doctor Morton was at Brighton in counection with the mysterious case of the stolen necklace, went at once to the house of the duchess to summon him, although he did not contide to him who the half drowned individual was until they were out of the hearing of the family, fearing to alarm thein. Percy lost no time in getting to his friend, whom he found in a very critical condition. A fire was built in the kitchen stove, hot water and heated blankets were applied to the cramped and be- numbed form, and for half an hour the three men worked as they had never worked before. Their efforts were at last rewarded, and Charlie Harwood gradually came to himself; but he was not yet out of danger, and Percy commanded that no one relax his diligence, so for another hour they con- tinued their treatment, watching his every breath and movement with no little anxiety. The old sailor had hardly taken his eyes from the young man’s face during all this time, while he had seemed strangely moved, every now and then mut- tering something unintelligible to all save himself. The young man at last seemed much better, and fell into a light slumber; but it had not lasted fifteen minutes when he awoke with a restless movement, throwing his arms above his head. As he did this one of his sleeves fell back, revealing some peculiar marks that had evidently been tattooed upon his left wrist. The moment the old sailor’s eyes fell upon them he started to his feet with an exclamation of astonish- ment. Perey motioned him to silence, and he at once sank bavk into his chair; but the sound had arrested Charlie’s attention, who, now thorousaty“RAaeae,