Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 194: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY, 185 man atthis juncture. ‘‘Our horses do not receive exercise enough. I shall be most charmed to have Thomas take you all back in the wagonette.” ‘‘Qh, no,” protested Mrs. Westmore, while Amy shook her head vigorously. ‘‘I couldn't think of putting you to so much trouble.” ‘‘No trouble, but pleasure, I assure you,” insisted the old gentleman, and as he immediately disap- peared from the window, evidently with the intention of giving the order to the coachman at once, there was no chance for further expostulation. Thus there was nothing left for it but to pay and dismiss the man who had brought them over, after which Guy opened the door, and as the ladies passed in replaced the key under the corner of the rubber mat where he had found it. He then hastened into the house, closing the door behind him. The hall was large and extremely ornate, with a huge fireplace at one side and the stairs coming down at one end in aseries of graceful curves. Wide door- ways, with heavy plush hangings, gave glimpses of beautifully furnished rooms on either hand, while a broad window at one end, with a seat running its entire width, looked out on the Sound. But not asoul was visible, and a silence, almost portentous, reigned throughout the mansion. ‘Why, where’s the old gentleman?” Amy wanted to know. ‘‘Why doesn’t.he come to meet us?” ‘‘ Perhaps he’s gone to the stable,” Mrs. Westmore suggested laughingly. ‘‘But never mind the old gentleman, my dear. Use your eyes, so you can re- port to father and Ridley what the place looks like.” (ECO) A MLCE 000) CS (E(0) m