Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 168: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 159 one for a boy of seventeen, but then it did not go a great way toward supporting five persons, Night and day poor Guy studied over the NS Ae but could find no solution, unless indeed a visit to a shop under the sign of the three balls might serve to give them a temporary lift. But every time this thought occurred to him a shudder passed through his frame. Every fine night he took long walks. He could think more clearly then, it seemed to him. Besides, he needed the exercise ; then he could stop for Ward on the way home, for the poor fellow did not get off till eleven. Soafter dinner he sat by his mother’s bedside till she fell asleep, then putting on his hat and coat and leaving Ruth and Harold busy over some book they were reading together, he would go out fora long walk down towards the heart of the city. One Monday evening Mrs. Hammersley fell asleep while they were at dinner, so Guy started out at seven. By eight he reached the theater district,and just as he was approaching one of the larger houses a carriage, with coachman and footman on the box, drew up before the entrance. The footman sprang down to open the door, and quite a young couple alighted. By the glare of the electric light Guy rec- ognized the fellow he had seen twice before on Fifth Avenue, once walking and the second time driving in style. Now, as he saw him by the side of a young girl in evening dress, both talking animatedly of the evening’s enjoyment before them, Guy was irresist- Gomicbooks (E(0) m