Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 118: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 10g the Bradfords till he got outside. He could easily have found some one about to give him the infor- mation he wanted. ‘Then I gave myself away, and you basely took advantage of my innocence to worm that confession out ofme. Ifyou are the gentleman you look to be, you will take it out of your pocket and tear it into a hundred pieces before my eyes.” Guy stared at the girl thunderstruck. ‘‘Why, if I should do that,” he retorted, ‘‘ Mr. In- wood would still believe that I was the one who took his money.” ‘‘Well, you are a man,” persisted Lottie Crapfel, “and ought to be willin’ to bear the blame to shield a woman. And then you tricked me into makin’ that confession.” ‘‘Tricked you! You did it of your own free will. If I should give it back, I would be guilty of permit- ting you to acta falsehood, ifnottotellone. Besides, you just now informed me that the memory of your act was a burden on your conscience.” ‘But then I didn’t know you had deceived me in this way,’ returned the girl, utterly unabashed by the hollow nature of her reasoning. Guy saw that the only thing to do under the cir- cumstances was to put on a stern front and refuse to be moved in the least by her pleadings, which, aroused merely by the realization of the fact that she had be- trayed herself, lacked the force they might have had but for this circumstance. ‘“No, Miss Crapfel,” he said, ‘‘it would be fair neither to you nor myself to undo the good deed you Gomicboo cS (E(0) m