Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 214: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 205 CHAPTER XXXI_ FRESH FOES, Mrs. TRavBMANN gave a scream, and began to jabber away to her husband in German. The latter had already started back with the exclamation: ‘‘That thief of a clerk!” ‘‘ It’s all up with me now,” sighed poorGuy. ‘* Mr. Inwood has evidently never taken pains to clear my character at the shoe store. My sole reliance now is the Westmores,” After a great deal of talk in their native tongue, and when Guy had been trussed up like a turkey and tied to the door knob, he found an opportunity to get in a word, ‘*Mr. Traubmann,” he began. But he got no further. ‘‘Dere, vat I tell you, Max?” broke in the shoe dealer. ‘‘ You see he know me, and gif himself away. Ach, he must be a bad one.” ‘* Go up to the second floor andask two ladies you will find there if I am not telling the truth when I say that I came here with them from Kenworthy & Clarke to show them the house.” By a persistent effort Guy managed to hold the floor long enough to get all this out, and he could (EO Ane eveye) cS (E(0) m