Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 103: what you’re looking at

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94 GUY HAMMERSLEY. added Ward with a funny little groan, ‘‘ he can’t have a first performance twice.” ‘* But he’s equal to trumping up some other excuse to keep us out of our rights,” rejoined Guy. ‘‘I don’t believe half he tells me, and I’ll venture to say he’s cleared a big thing by to-night’s performance. One of the men about the theatre told me that Brill- ing was his native town, and that everybody was anxious to see what sort of a show he could get up.” ‘‘T suppose that’s the reason he opened here,” re- turned Ward, ‘‘ but I say, old man, what’s this I hear about your going back to New York in the morning?” ‘It's true; and I’m awfully glad the opportunity has come. Perhaps you'll know some day why I feelso. I don’t mind telling you now, though, that I haven't been myself since you’ve known me.” ‘‘T’ve noticed one thing,” returned Ward, ‘‘ and that is that you've seemed livelier since you’ve made up your mind to go back to New York. But I shall miss you terribly, Hammersley. Ill have nobody with whom I can rake the colonel over the coals,” ‘You can do it with me by letter if you will. As soon as I get settled I'll let you have my address, and then I wish you’d let me hear from you now and then, and tell me how things are going. You know mother isn’t as distrustful of the colonel as I am, and her accounts of matters are apt to be glossed over for the sake of avoiding rows. There, she wants me, and we'll probably sit up late talking over plans, so don't lie awake for me. Good-night.” It was late when Guy and his mother—for as such Gomicbooks (E(0) m