Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 105: what you’re looking at

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96 GUY HAMMERSLEY. that he would not consent to disturb her then. There were thus leftto him but very few hours of sleep, and these he could not utilize. His brain was all afire with the strange happenings of that night which had made him motherless, while still she to whom he gave that name lived. But his reflections were not all tinged with melan- choly. Mingled with them was an inspiring sensa- tion of independence, of liberty to go back to the city where his fair fame had been sullied, and wrestle with fate till he had removed the blot. So he lay be- side sleeping Ward through the remaining hours of darkness, building air castles such as youth only can construct. Thus there was no danger of his oversleeping, and in the uncertain light of early morning he arose, packed his satchel, ate a hasty breakfast, got a sleepy porter to carry his trunk over to the station, and was soon whirling back upon the road, which, when he had sped over it the previous day, he thought he should not again traverse in that direction for many months. The train was not crowded, and as soon as he was settled he proceeded to take account of stock, as it were. It did not take long to do this, unfortunately, for he found that he had but fifteen dollars all told. ‘* But I’ve heard of fellows who afterwards tufned out to be millionaires, coming to New York with not a quarter as much money as that in their pockets.” As the train went on and the day grew older, the cars filled up, and at last the only seat left was the one beside Guy. (E@NMUICELOOKO KS (E(o) m a]