"'If I consented, would you remain with me, share my heart and my home?'
"'For ever?'
"'For our whole life.'
"'No, do not ask me that.'
"'But should you find your brother after these many years, how would you know him?'
"'We have each a Cross tattooed on our left breast, as you, perhaps, have seen——'
"'Besides this, a vanishing sign on the nape of the neck,' said I, interrupting him.
"'How do you know? Have you ever met?—or perhaps you——'
"For all answer I opened my vest and showed him the sign of the Greek
Cross. His delight upon knowing me to be his brother knew no bounds.
He threw his arms round my neck, kissed me, and, for the first time
in his life, he cried like a child.
"Time passed. He recovered his strength, but with it his restlessness, and his craving for revenge. We soon removed from Mostar to Ragusa, on account of his safety, and then I hoped that the change of scenery would quiet him. Alas! this larger town was but a more spacious prison. From Ragusa we went to Zara, and from there to Nona, for Ragusa itself was too near Turkey. The change quieted him for a short time; but his roving disposition soon returned, and then he talked of going to Chios. One day, seeing that he was about to put his words into execution, and feeling that I could not keep him with me any longer, I told him who the Turkish zaptieh, against whom he had fired, really was, and what blood was the last he had spilt.