Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 115: what you’re looking at

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105 GUY HAMMERSLEY. “‘T will, oh, I will,” half sobbed the girl. ‘‘It was ell on account of these,” and she touched one of the paste earrings. ‘‘I wanted them, an’ didn’t have the money. I was foldin’ papers right where I could look into Mr. Inwood’s office, an’ I saw that gentle- man pay him some money that he laid right out on his desk, and then pulled down the lid an’ went out. I'd never stole nothing in my life, an’ didn’t think of doin’ it then, not till you come in an’ walked into Mr. Inwood’s room. I didn’t see you till just as you were comin’ out, and then I thought how I could take the money an’ you'd gettheblame. Oh, I know it was dreadful wicked, and I’ve suffered more’n I’ve enjoyed the earrings. I'll work my fingers to the bone, too, an’ pay back the thirteen dollars, if you'll only keep me from bein’ sent to jail.” ‘¢ But you must tell Mr. Inwood about this,” returned Guy. ‘‘Youmustclearme. I’ve come back to New York to see that this blot on my name, placed there so unjustly, was removed. Will you promise to do that to-morrow morning as soon as you get to the office?” ‘Oh, I don’t work there any more,” answered the girl, a tinge of red coming into her sallow cheeks. ‘I’m going to be married. Won't it do if I write it, and say I’ll send the money?” “Tf youll do it now, right away, it will, and let me have the paper,” answered Guy, who, on reflec- tion, decided that he had better not lose sight of the real culprit for a moment till he had that in his hand which would clear him to the satisfaction of Mr. Inwood and Mr. Fox. GEomicboo “S (€(@) m