Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 128: what you’re looking at

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

GU! HAMMERSLEY, 119 CHAPTER XVIII. A DASH OF DISCOURAGEMENT. THe publisher of the Fireside Favorite, as soon as he saw Guy, hurried forward, looking very black in the face. He had opened his mouth as if about to pour out the phials of his wrath on the head of him who dared show his face in the place again after the crime he had committed there. But he was ehecked by Mr. Inwood. ‘‘Tretbar,” said the advertising man, ‘‘look at this,’’ and he handed him Lottie Crapfel’s letter. An expression of pained surprise and defeated malice spread itself over the countenance of the pub- lisher as he scanned the few lines that proved him to have been in the wrong when he had asserted that his employees could not betray his confidence in them. ‘‘Well,” he snapped out, as he passed the letter back to Mr. Inwood, and ‘‘ Well?” the latter re- peated, turning to Guy. The latter was growing exceedingly wroth. ‘‘They haven’t even the grace to beg my pardon for being mistaken,” he muttered between his teeth. Then he said aloud: ‘‘I wish you would write out Gomicboo “S (E(0) m a.)