Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 341: what you’re looking at

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self, half to Percy. “I have often wondered how they came there; but my father has told me that they were always there from a little baby, and though they did not look like it, I have always regarded them as a birth-mark.” Percy knew they were not a birth-mark, but he wonld not say so, and, making another sign to the sailor to go; the man passed from the room, while his friend, still weak, fell back among his pines. “Now you must try to get some sleep,” Percy said, “and I shall remain here with you to-night. [ will telegraph to your father that I have been detained. It will be best not to alarm him, or your mother, by saying anything of your adventure, since you are doing so well.” “All right, ’m content to be in your hands, so do as you think best,” Charlie replied, then he added, thoughtfully: “That's a queer story of the sailor's, and, by the way, did you notice that his captain’s naine was the same as yours t” “Yes; but you don’t suppose that am the only Morton in the world, do yon?” Percy returned, indif- ferently. “You're to go to sleep, however, now, and think no more of it or of anything else. Lf it is necessary we'll discuss the matter later.” He closed the blinds to darken the room, and then Went out, leaving the- young man alone. But Charlie could not ¢o to sleep; what he had heard kept revolving in his miud until unpleasant suspicions and conjectures began to arise, and he de- termined to learn more of the sailor’s story just as pay as ne hes able one about again. eanwhile Percy had his own suspicions, and ha determined to sift the matter to the tesco coy