Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 85: what you’re looking at

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A CONFESSION. 81 should think me ungrateful for all that he has done for me.” Having made these resolutions, a new hope seemed to animate him, the clouds cleared from his brow, his © heart grew lighter, and he descended to the dining-room looking more like himself. Still Mr. Huntress noticed his paleness and the un-- usual gravity of his manner, and wondered at it, for he had seemed remarkably cheerful, even gay, the previous evening at Mrs. Loring’s. “The boy is working too hard,” he said to himself, anxicusly : ‘‘he has too much ambition for his strength,” and he resolved to caution him anew before he left. As they arose from the table Geoffrey looked at his watch. “Uncle August,” he said, a hot flush mantling his cheek, “I have an hour just before I need to go. Can [I see vou alone for a little while on a matter of business?” ‘‘Business, Geoff!” laughed his uncle. “I imagined that your mind was filled with literary pursuits, to the exclusion of all else. I had no idea you could combine the two.” ‘‘T should not have called it business; the matter upon which I wish to speak is far more vital than any business could possibly be,” Geoffrey replied, gravely. “T’ll wager the boy is borrowing trouble over his re- semblance to that chap whom we met last evening; ha doubtless believes that he is on the verge of some im- portant discovery, and wants me to help him ferret out the truth,” Mr. Huntress mused, as he led the way to his library. ‘‘Now, Geoff, I’m ready to listen to whatever you may have on your mind,” he said, seating himself comfort- ably, and motioning the young man to another chair. “Uncle August,” Geoffrey began, after pausing a mo- ment to collect his thoughts, “you know, do you not, that [am truly grateful to you for the unexampled kind- ness which you have shown me ever since you found me, such a pitiable object, in the streets of New York?” “Why, my boy!” said Mr. Huntress, looking astonished over this unexpected speech, ‘SI have never stopped to think whether you were grateful or not; you have always shown that you loved me and desired to please me, and that was enough.” “TT have loved you—I do love you; if I should ever dis- cover my own father Ido not believe that I could give Gomicboo S (€(0) =)