Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 117: what you’re looking at

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108 GUY HAMMERSLEY. ‘‘Oh, I'll attend to that,” Guy assuredher. ‘‘They didn’t send me there, and I didn’t even confess. I'll take this down to Mr. Inwood in the morning, and will say all I can in your favor. I’m very much obliged,” he added, as he picked up the paper, folded it, and placed it in his breast pocket. ‘‘Obliged? What for?” echoed the girl in surprise. ‘‘Why, for clearing my name in this way. Of course it was your duty to do it, but I can't help but feel grateful. And now I will say good-night, but I mustn’t forget to ask you first the question that brought me here. I want to know if John Bradford lives in this house.” The girl dropped the pen with which she had been toying, and sprang to her feet. ‘‘ An’ is that all you knocked on the winder for?” she asked, her breath coming hard and fast, while her eyes fastened themselves on the pocket where Guy had bestowed the confession as though she had the intention of making a spring to recover it. ‘‘Yes,” truth compelled Guy to admit. ‘*‘You see, this little boy here,” turning to Jack, who, during the writing of the letter, had fallen asleep in the rock- _Ing-chair, ‘‘ wants to find his uncle, and we were not sure of the number, so ff ‘‘And then you didn’t know I took that money till I told you just now?” cried the girl, in as loud tones as she dared use without fear of awakening whoever might be in the back room. _ **T knew it as soon as you screamed and begged -me not to send you to jail,” confessed Guy, wishing with all his heart that he had postponed inquiring about Gomicboo <S) (€(@) m