Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 189: what you’re looking at

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‘AN UNEXPECTED MEETING. 185 inquired so eagerly about Farmer Bruce; but it was a shock to him, neverthel2ss, to find his suspicions thus verified, and be felt that, if he should never learn any- thing more definite regarding his father, he should feel more than repaid for his journey hither, just to have found Jack and Margery, seen them restored to each other, and the shadow removed from their lives. He seized the trembling hand that lay upon his arm, and shook it heartily. ‘‘Yes, Iam Geofirey, and I do remember Margery,” he said, in a glad, earnest tone. The poor, long-suffering, wandering creature dropped her head against his horse’s neck, and burst into a pas- sion of tears. ‘‘Heaven bless you, Master Geoffrey, for owning it at last—my heart’s been well-nigh crushed sinve you denied it, and ran away from mein New York,” she said, bro- kenly, between her sobs. “Denied it, and ran away from you in New York!” repeated the young man, astonished. “Yes, sir; sure you haven’t fogotten that day when you bought the roses of me, and I asked. you if you wasn’t Geoffrey Dale? You told me no—your name was Everet, and you didn’t know anything about Jack, nor about any of the other things I talked of.” A light broke upon Geoffrey’s mind. She had seen Everet Mapleson, and made a very nat-_ ural mistake; she had believed him to be the child she had loved and cared for, and it was no wonder she was pained by his refusal to recognize her. “T never bought any roses of youin New York, Mar- gery,” he said, kindly. “I have never seen you until now since I was a small boy of five years.” The woman looked up at him amazed. Geoffrey smiled frankly into her upturned face. “The young man whom you met was a Mr. Everet Mapleson; we were in college together, and we look so much alike that we are often mistaken for each other,” he explained. “Ah! dearie, my heart is lighter now you’ye told me this,” Margery said, with a long-drawn sigh. “I was eruelly hurt when I thought you wouldn’t own me, and I was so sure, too, that you could tell me something about Jack—can’t you tell me where he is? Where, where have you been all these years, Master Geoffrey. Ah, I feared that cruel blow that Jack gave you had (C(O) miGcooo Ss ((o)