Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 180: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY, a%% CHAPTER XXVI. HAROLD APPEARS BEFORE THE MANAGER, Mr. ARTHUR SHEPARD’s apartments at the Jura were luxurious in the extreme. The most expensive rugs covered the polished floors, while Japanese screens, oriental pottery and Egyptian relics were scattered about in boundless profusion. ‘“‘It reminds me of Grandpa Dodge’s,” Harold whispered, as the servant ushered them into the drawing-room. ‘That shows the stuff the sturdy little chap is made of,” reflected Guy. ‘‘Not one word of regret for the luxuries he has lost have I ever heard him utter.” It was true. The boy seemed so entirely content at finding his mother that no invidious comparisons between his present mode of life and that which he had enjoyed for the previous four months appeared ever to occur to him. Even now, his remark con- cerning the similarity of the furnishings to those to which he had been accustomed in Brilling had no trace of regret in it. Mr. Shepard appeared at once in a velvet smoking jacket, and Guy noticed by the involuntary drawing in of his breath when his eye first fell on Harold that Gomicboo cS