Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 125: what you’re looking at

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116 GUY HAMMERSLEY. they would consider themselves honored if ‘‘the young gentleman would condescend to pass an evening beneath their humble rooftree.” Five minutes later Guy was aboard a Boulevard car riding down to the Grand Union Hotel, where he had decided to pass the night. The storage house where his mother’s trunks were was close at hand, and he would be enabled to execute his commission there in the morning before going down-town. He was afraid the act was somewhat childish, but he could not refrain from putting his hand for an in- stant every now and then against the pocket that held the paper which was to set him all right with Messrs. Inwood, Tretbar and Fox. ‘¢T wonder how they will take it?” he found him- self surmising, and, indeed, this problem of the future, coupled with the exciting happenings of the recent past, kept sleep from his eyelids till a late hour, in spite of the downy couch with which mine host of the Grand Union supplied him for the reason- able sum of one dollar. The next morning he ate an eight o’clock break- fast in the café, glancing the while at the want columns of the World and Herald. He saw several possible openings, which he checked with his pencil, intending to look them up after his visit to the office of the Fireside Favorite and Fox & Burdell’s. ‘‘If 1 can’t do any better I may be able to get back my place at the shoe store,” he repeated; ‘‘at the same time I'd prefer something that wasn’t so far away from a man’s brain as his feet.” Leaving his hand luggage in the baggage room of Gomicboo “S (€(©) m