Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 189: what you’re looking at

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180 GUY HAMMERSLEY. within the past few months, and were anxious to purchase a handsome country-seat along the Sound. ‘‘Oh, they’re not upstarts, as most of these newly rich are apt to be,” Arlington hastened to add. ‘“‘They’ve had money before, but not so much, Here they come now.” A handsome brougham drew up before the door, and a young lady, apparently not more than sixteen, stepped out, followed by an older one, although the latter did not seem much past middle life. ‘‘My, she’s as pretty as a picture. You're in luck, Guy,” whispered Bert, as the two entered the office. But Guy seemed not to hear. His brows were knit in profound thought as he asked himself the question, ‘‘ Whom does that girl look like, and where have I seen her before?” He could give himself no satisfactory answer to either question, and tried to banish it from his mind as Mr. Clarke introduced him to the ladies and explained that he was to be their guide to Lone Point. ‘‘T shall make papa change the name if he buys asserted Miss Amy. ‘‘ Ur-r-r, it makes me shud- der every time I hear it mentioned.” Guy was invited to occupy the extra seat in the front of the brougham, and the coachman ordered to drive to the Grand Central Station. Although it was a winters day, the sun shone bright, and our hero anticipated no small degree of pleasure from his outing. Candor compels us to add that he experienced this sensation more strongly when his eyes rested for an instant on his fellow Gomicboo cS (€(@) m