Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 142: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 133 spirits. Ittakessuchavery little effort from abrother’s hand to rouse us out of the slough of despond. If all did but realize this, these friendly services would be more common than they are. The rest of the afternoon Guy spent in watching the driving on Fifth Avenue as he strolled up toward Central Park and back. And as he looked on at the gay procession he could not but recall the time when, during the Easter holidays, he had hired a dog-cart and taken his mother up through the Park to Kings- bridge and back. He recalled, too, how on that oc- Casion, at one of the street crossings, he had been obliged to hold up his horse suddenly to avoid run- ning over a young fellow of about his own age, who had started to cross the street at the last minute. The boy had looked up at him, seated aloft in his gay turnout, and even in the one instant that their eyes met Guy had detected the envious longing in the other’s glance. ‘‘Why, there he is now!” Guy involuntarily uttered these words aloud as he saw the same boy. He could not mistake the light curling hair, drab overcoat and the intensely blue eyes. But what a complete reversal of their posi- tions ! | The fellow was driving a T-cart this afternoon with a beautiful girl on the seat beside him and a solemn-visaged groom, with arms crossed, behind. ‘‘Well, that is typical of the ups and downs in American life with a vengeance!” thought Guy, as the team passed him, and then he seemed to lose his interest in the imposing cavalcade, and leaving Fifth (ECV Anal eveye) CS (E(0) mn i