Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 154: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY, 145, CHAPTER XXII. A DARK OUTLOOK. Arter dinner that night, what Ward called a ‘¢ committee of the whole ” met in his room to con- sider ways and means. ‘‘ Particularly means,” he added, jingling a few loose coins in his pockets suggestively. It was a characteristic of this frank, good-natured English lad to be always in buoyant spirits, no matter how dismal the outlook. So now he endeavored to gild the sore straits in which they found themselves with the brightness of a little fun. ‘‘ Well, then,” began Guy, ‘‘in the first place you can count on my ten a week. I’ve seen Bert and arranged with him to leave as soon as we can find a flat. And now what is the utmost we can afford to pay for an apartment ?” ‘‘That will depend on the size of it,” rejoined Ruth. ‘‘ How small a one can we get along with, do you think, Mrs. Hammersley ?” ‘*Not less than four rooms, surely,” was the reply. ‘’ You see there are five of us. One room must be kitchen, the other we can use for both par- Gomichboo cS