Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 179: what you’re looking at

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170 GUY HAMMERSLEY. I understand that English has already decided to take it off at the end of the week. But about this Arthur Shepard. Do you know him?” ‘‘T have met him,” answered Guy, guardedly. He did not wish to say much about him till he had heard Arlington’s opinion of the man. ‘‘Well, you found him a little queer, I’ll venture,” went on Bert. ‘‘But he’s an awfully good-hearted chap, and I feel downright sorry for him. Still, he can easily afford to lose any money he’s sunk in the venture. He’s said to be worth three or four mil- lions.” A customer coming in claimed Guy’s attention at this point, and nothing further was said on the subject. But he had learned enough to convince him that Shep- ard was a gentleman, and when he went home that night he was in a more excitable frame of mind than he had been in since his mother had fallen on the stage at Brilling. Harold had not been told yet, but as soon as he had seen his mother that night, Guy called the boy into their bedroom and suggested that he had better put on his velvet suit. ‘‘And perhaps Miss Farleigh has a red sash she will lend you,” he added. ‘‘ Your overcoat will hide it while we are on the cars.” ‘*Qh, Guy,” cried the boy, his eyes dilating. ‘‘Has she told you about it ?” ‘Yes; and you are going with me toa manager to-night to see what you can do. Who knows but you will be the one to raise the fortunes of the family to the top notch?” (E@NMIELOOKOL KS (E(0) m =>