Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 121: what you’re looking at

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112 GUY HAMMERSLEY. GHAPTER XVII. A PRECIOUS DOCUMENT. FINALLY Guy managed to make his way to Mr. Orapfel’s side. “Send those people away,” he said, “if you can. Then we can have an explanation in private.” . But this suggestion was by no means an easy one to carry out. The neighbors had flocked to the spot eager to be in at a sensation, and now, when they were informed that there was nothing at all the mat- ter, and that they would promote the peace of the Crapfel fireside by retiring at once, they were loath to go. They broke up into knots, and began to discuss the affair with meaning noddings of the head and elevation of the eyebrows, and such insinuations as “Where there is so much smoke there must be fire.” , Mr. Crapfel, however, was a man very set in his ways, and when he had earried his daughter intc the back room and returned to place his hands on the shoulders of one or two inquisitive youths and propel them into the hallway with an emphatic “There!” some of the ladies took fright, and with whisperings of “The old man’s lost his mind; you Gomichbooks. co