Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 205: what you’re looking at

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196 GUY HAMMERSLEY. to the fellow I’ve run across so often in such an odd way.” Amy seemed to become suddenly shy of the young real estate clerk, transformed into her third cousin. She blushed when he looked at her, as indeed Guy did himself, and the new order of things promised to separate rather than bring them together, when the key was heard to turn in the lock of the door, and the latter opened to admit Major Warburton. ‘‘Oh, save me from him!” cried the impulsive girl, fleeing to Guy and clasping his arm with both hands. ‘‘Hush!” cautioned Guy ; ‘‘don’t let him see that he terrifies you.” Then raising his voice, but still addressing her, he continued: ‘‘It was nothing but a mousescampering across the floor, Miss Westmore.” ‘‘Oh, have those pests got in here?” exclaimed the old gentleman. ‘‘I must see that Max has traps set. May I have the honor?” and he offered his arm to Mrs. Westmore. Guy, by an expressive look, indicated that she should take it, and then tendered his to Amy, as he whispered : ‘‘ This may give us an opportunity to escape.” So this strange lunch party filed out of the apart- ment, crossed the hall, and descended the stairs to the stately dining-room. Gomicboo “S (E(0) m