Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 140: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. £31 fellow brought out the ‘‘ we” in his sentence, and although he tried honestly to rejoice in his good fortune, he could not but contrast their lots. All the way to Forty-Second Street the boy chatted gayly of the new life, and his happiness seemed actually to be contagious, for when Guy left him it was with the reflection that there must be many poor souls in that great city worse off than he was. A short walk brought him to the house where he and his mother had passed the summer. A new maid opened the door for him. Yes, Miss Stanwix was in, she said, and soon that lady appeared in the parlor. But when Guy asked if he could have his old room back, or another one, she smiled and shook her head. ‘‘T haven't a single vacant apartment, Mr. Ham- mersley,” she said. ‘*My rooms are all let now to the first of June.” ‘‘Can you suggest a place where I might be able to get in?” inquired Guy. ‘‘Well, I can’t, not just now. You see we board- ing-house keepers must look out for ourselves, and unless you can promise that you will stay till next summer, I am afraid you will have some trouble in getting just what you want. How did you leave your ma?” Guy made appropriate answer and then hurried away, although why he should hurry he did not know. He had neither home nor occupation nor mother now as he recollected with an added pang. Gomilcboo CS (E(@)