Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 197: what you’re looking at

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188 GUY HAMMERSLEY. when they declined that they were finally fain to comply, and were rewarded with a most courtly bow as the old gentleman took the articles from their — hands and placed them on a three-cornered table. ‘‘Charming !” commented Mrs. Westmore, taking in the view from the different windows. ‘‘Ts it not?” assented the major, and stepping to her side he began to point out some of the localities on the opposite shore of the Sound. Meanwhile Amy had discovered a cabinet with a glass face containing some beautiful specimens of embroidery. She called Guy’s attention to them, and the two were endeavoring to study out the mean- ing of an intricate design, when Major Warburton’s voice, raised to a slightly louder pitch than before, attracted their attention. ‘“Why, of course, madam, you are to become my guest,” he was saying. ‘‘But excuse me one mo- ment,” and before any one comprehended what he intended doing, he had turned, run out of the room, closed the door behind him and turned the key in the lock. The three inside looked at one another with expres- sions on their faces which not one of them will ever forget. Only for an instant, though, did they stand thus transfixed, ‘‘Mother,” gasped Amy, rushing across the room — to clasp Mrs. Westmore around the neck. ‘*‘ What does this mean! Why did he go out of the room in that way and lock the door? What were you saying to him?” But surprise and terror combined had so far over- (EM [MICO KS, (EC)