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Updated: June 19, 2025
I was with the Bibbys before the Wilsons, and before that with the General Steam. I did eight years in the Mediterranean with them, when I was chief mate." "And you've never been into Leghorn before?" "Never, sir." I dismissed the captain with a distinct impression that he had not told me the whole truth. That cicatrice did not improve his personal appearance.
But suddenly there was a change upon his face, as he stood there all alone, and his eyes became fierce, and the cicatrice that marred his countenance grew to be red and ghastly, and he grinned with his teeth, and he clenched his fists as he still held them within his pockets. "Curse him!" he said out loud. "Curse him, now and for ever!"
The captain of the Lola, a short, thickset Scotsman from Dundee, with a barely healed cicatrice across his left cheek, called at the Consulate at two o'clock and made his report, which appeared to me to be a very lame one. He struck me as being unworthy his certificate, for he was evidently entirely out of his bearings when the accident occurred.
Yes, my lord, I recollect perfectly well, it was a very ugly cut, especially in an infant's head; but I am glad to find you feel no bad effects from it. Have you any cicatrice on the place? Eleven feet high, did you say? and is the giant's skeleton in your neighbourhood?"
Squarely built, with hard and somewhat massive features, strongly stamped with austerity, he was distinguished by a soldier-like deportment and manner, while his bronzed countenance, which bore upon it more than one cicatrice, showed he must have been exposed to foreign suns, and seen much service.
Observe the long cicatrice on the ball of the thumb? I'll take this down and photograph it." "Tall, strong, blonde, scar on the thumb!" laughed Jack. "We are getting on." "It would be interesting to know how he got into the house," Ned mused. "If we could only catch him and shut his mouth," Jack muttered, "we wouldn't have such a rotten bad time in the mountains."
The Chinaman, an evil-looking old fellow with a long cicatrice across his left cheekbone, shook his head and regarded his questioner craftily. "No spik English!" he said. "You spoke it then," Jack retorted. "I'll bet a pan of pickles that you know what we were saying when you came in here." "Let him alone," Frank advised. "That head of his is solid bone.
The old man kept his flint scraper going for a moment or two before he answered; then he grunted: "Yes, it's good if you don't get burned. I've been burned," and he thrust out an arm upon which appeared a cicatrice. Ab was interested. "Where did you get that?" he queried. "Far from here, far beyond the black swamp and the red hills that are farther still. It was when I was strong."
He stared with an almost comical seriousness at his bald forehead, and pointed to a three-cornered cicatrice, long healed, but still discernible. "Mr Green, I think." he said politely, "and he did get the whole estate after all." And now let me tell the readers of the Daily Reformer what I think the most remarkable thing in the whole affair.
The situation, size, and figure of the cicatrice, which the surgeon and Ellinor had described to me, were so visible and exact, that no doubt could remain in my mind of Christy's being the real son of the late Lord and Lady Glenthorn. This conviction was still more impressed upon my mind a few days afterwards.
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