Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 213: what you’re looking at

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204 GUY HAMMERSLEY. ready to place their hands over his mouth as soon as he started to open it, there was not much encourages ment to talk. Finding himself powerless to contend against both, he presently ceased to struggle, resolved to wait till their choler, valor or whatever it was, had cooled a little, when he would, in all the quiet- ness of offended dignity, convince them of the serious error they had committed. Suddenly the unknown ‘‘ Augusta” announced her return with the clothes line by calling in a loud whisper: ‘‘ Here’s a rope, Carl.” Guy started. Where had he heard that voice be- fore? He was so absorbed, trying to remember, hoping that he should find a friend, that he made no resistance when his two captors hustled him out of the dark closet into the center of the kitchen. Here there was a three-sided recognition, for, as soon as he caught sight of her face, Guy saw that ‘‘ Augusta” was none other than Mrs. Traubmann, the wife of the Greenwich Street shoe dealer, while the latter himself was one of the two men who were indus- triously winding him up in the clothes line. Gomichbooks (E(0) m =