Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 107: what you’re looking at

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tn GOY HAMMERSLEY. CHAPTER XV. JACK BRADFORD. “guy's heart was touched by the sight of this very aitie fellow who was evidently setting out on a long «wurney by himself. For the moment he forgot his wwn trials and perplexities, and wondered if he could do nothing to throw a little brightness into the life of - his seat-mate. . ‘‘Wouldn’t you like to sit next the window?” he asked, presently, ‘‘ I'd just as lief change places with you.” The grateful look that flushed the pale face of the boy amply repaid the older lad for the slight sacri- fice involved in making the change. ‘‘Thank you,” the little fellow said. ‘‘ You see I «now all the country round here just as well, and I mayn’'t see it again for a long, long time. Look, off yonder! there are the woods where we go for nuts" and Ben Wiggin fell out of a tree and broke his arm © jast fall.” ‘‘Did he?” ejaculated Guy, finding that he was expected to say something. ‘“Yes, and here’s the river where we go swim- ming,’ went on the boy, pressing his face close Gomichbooks (€(@) m