Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 203: what you’re looking at

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104 _ GUY HAMMERSLEY. golden radiance on the sparkling waters of the Sound, and the whole place looked singularly beautiful, even at this season of the year. But to this not one of the three gave a thought. Amy sat in one of the broad windows, with her face pressed against the pane, looking out with unseeing eyes. Her mother occupied a rocking-chair in the center of the room, glancing from her daughter to Guy, who was pacing the floor with knit brow. ‘¢T wonder if I am responsible for this?” he was thinking. ‘‘ These ladies were sent here in my charge, but then who would have thought we were to be received by a lunatic?” At this point Amy sprang up from her seat with the exclamation : ‘‘ Look there, at that party in the sailboat! Can't we attract their attention in some way, and get them to come to our rescue?’ and forthwith she began to wave her handkerchief frantically. The men in the boat, which was about a hundred yards from shore, responded by waving theirs, and soon passed out of sight. ‘‘Tt’s no use to do that, Amy,” said her mother. ‘They think you are only saluting them.” ‘¢ Some of the servants must be back very shortly,” added Guy. ‘‘ Perhaps we may be able to take the train we wanted, after all.” ‘<Tf we had only allowed that driver to come back for us!” sighed Mrs. Westmore. Then ensued another silence, which each of the three, although none so expressed it, feared might be broken any moment by Major Warburton. Time EMO MMICE COLES (€@) m