Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 119: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

110 GUY HAMMERSLEY. have just done. It has only been your plain duty, and after you have a chance to think it over calmly you must come to look at it as I do.” ‘©Oh, of course you can look at it calmly. You're in luck, and I’m not. Won’t you give it back tome? See, I’m on my knees in front of you.” Poor Guy! He was in frightful case indeed. His natural impulse for the sake of peace was to give the paper back, but he felt as he had said that this would not only be unjust to himself, but would be harmful to the girl. And yet how was he to convince her of this? He had tried to do so already, and failed. ‘‘ Lottie, what does all this mean? Whatdo you want given back to you, and who is this young man?” The door leading to the rear apartment had opened suddenly, and a man of about sixty, in a long wrap- per, stood on the threshold. The girl gave one terrified glance upwards, then, with a piercing scream, fell forward on the floor. Jack jumped out of his rocking-chair as if a bombshell had exploded under him, and ran to Guy for protec- tion. Mr. Crapfel hastened to raise his daughter from the carpet, and he had barely placed her on the sofa when hurried steps were heard in the corridor, the door was thrown open, and a crowd of terrified tenants rushed in. ‘‘What’s the matter?” ‘‘Where’s the fire?” ‘* Who struck the gal?” ‘« Send for the police.” These were only a few of the excited exclamations that reached Guy’s ear, as the little room filled with Eomichbooks (€(@) m