Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 191: what you’re looking at

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182 GUY HAMMERSLEY. Guy hired a hackin waiting at the station, and ordered the man to drive to the Warburton place. Both Amy and her mother were very favorably impressed with the appearance of the country, and the former declared that Ridley could not fail to be pleased with the facilities for driving. A ride ofsome twenty minutes brought them at last to the borders of the Sound, and presently the carriage turned in at an imposing gateway and bowled along an avenue that must have been beautiful indeed when the trees that bordered it were in leaf. The house, which could be seen a considerable distance away, was built of gray stone, and bore a strong resemblance to some European castle, or rather to that idea of it which is generally prevalent in this country. It stood clear out on the end of the point, the waves of the Sound washing the walls of the driveway closely on either side. ‘* How do you like it, Amy ?” asked her mother. ‘‘It must be lovely in summer,” was the girl’s answer—‘‘ with the name changed.” ‘*It seems very quiet all about here,” went on Mrs. Westmore. ‘‘I should think it would take a good many servants to run a place like this.” But when they reached the house, and Guy sprang out to press the electric button beside the massive front door, there was no response. Three times Guy rang, and then Mrs. Westmore asked the driver if everybody had gone away. ‘“Don't know much about this place up to the village,” was his answer. ‘‘ There’s a weddin’ of a butler’s daughter over to Mamaroneck at Mr. Arnold’s. P’r’aps all the help have gone there.” Gomichbooks (E(0) m