Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 159: what you’re looking at

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150 GUY HAMMERSLEY. a great yellow cat, which boasted the. grandiloquent name of Emperor, and with him Harold soon made friends, and when he discovered that the cat would jump over his hands, the boy’s content seemed com- plete. But with the others it was different. They might laugh and joke, and declare that they were in great luck to secure such pleasant quarters, but beneath it all there was an undercurrent of doubt that was like the worm in the bud. Ward was the first to put the dark side of the picture into words. It was long after they had retired, when, noticing a restless motion of Guy’s, he ventured to whisper: ‘‘T say, Hammersley, aren’t you asleep either?” ‘‘No; I’ve been wondering whether you were,” was the reply. ‘‘The boy’s off, isn’t he?” ‘‘Long ago. I’ve been thinking.” ‘‘ About next month?” “Yes, ‘‘So have I. ’Tisn’t a particularly cheerful out- look, ’specially for me. What if I don’t succeed in finding anything to do?” “Oh, but you will. What are you up in particu- larly in the business line?” ‘‘Nothing ; that’s the trouble. I left school to come out here with Ruth, you know. Besides, even supposing I get a place, I surely can’t expect the good fortune you've had, and will be lucky to be paid five dollars a week. Multiply that by four, and you have twenty dollars a month for living expenses. Amount wanted: fifty.” Gomichboo <S (€() m