Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 347: what you’re looking at

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just the same as I’d done my own years before, for I thought that some time later on I might run across him, and then [ should know him no matter how he changed.” The sailor here paused to roll up his sleeves, and revealed to Percy’s wondering gaze a fac-simile of the hieroglyphics which he had seen ou Charlie Har- woods arm only a little while before. “They are exactly the same,’ he said. “To be sure,” returned the man, with a wise look; ‘it's iy own design,” he added, ‘‘and so TI knew the chap in yonder the moment I set eyes on his marked arm. I thought even before that, that he looked wonderfully like Captain Morton, only more geutle- man-like. But to go on. I took the child to a charity house—’syluin, they called it—told the woman who had charge of it that my vessel had been wrecked and I’d only managed to save myself and the boy; that I didn’t loaiow what else to do with him but to leave him there to be taken care of. She wanted to know if I meant to pay for him, and I told her no, I couldn’t afford to do that; then she said she couldn't take him unless I’d give up all claim to him. Well, I was willin’ enough to do that, tor I was gettin’ Inighty tired of him; so [left him, and then went and shipped again fora year's cruise. But I didn’t feel easy; I didn’t take half the comfort venting my spite on the cap’n that I imagined I should, and re- pented of what I'd done before my voyage was half over. Of course I couldn't help anything then, only I made up my mind that, as soon as I got home again, I’d take the child to his friends if I could tind them. “Well, that was the longest year I ever knew, but it was over at last, and I mace direct. for EASE Sea