Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 340: what you’re looking at

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sion upon him, carrying something of conviction with them as well. But he did not wish his friend excited, and so, with a mighty effort at self-control, he said to the sailor: “My good man, we must keep my patient quiet—he needs sleep. Suppose you step into the other room and I will join you presently.” He gave the man a significant look to. warn him against coutinuing his exciting yarn, and he reluc- tantly arose to do as he was bidden. But young Harwood detained him. “Look here, old fellow, a moment,” he said, with his genial smile, ‘‘you’ve certainly made a grand blunder for oncein your life; but just tell me, before you go, Whatmade you mistake me for that other chap that you were talking about,” ‘“'Tain’t worth while, sir, and Ireckon it would a been better if I'd held my tongue altogether,” replied the sailor, with a crest-fallen air as he bexan to sus- pect that he had been making mischief for the future. “No—no; you’ve done no harm; only let us have your reasons. Truly, [ am very curious about the matter,” persisted the young Man. “Well, you’ve got a queer mark on your left arm,” “Yes, that’s 80. Whatof it?’ und Charlie pulled up his sleeve, again disclosing the strange hierogly- phics in India ink upon its white surface, “Well, ye know, I’ve seen something just like it afore,” replied the sailor, his eyes riveted upon the design, and speaking in a constrained tone, ‘‘and naturally I thought ye must be the feller I took ye for.” Charles Harwood looked long and earnestly at those marks upon his rine his face growing grave and thoughtful meanwhile. “It is strange!” he muttered at last, HUE TST