Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 215: what you’re looking at

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206 GUY HAMMERSLEY. see, from the expression on the face ofthe man called Max (who was evidently Major Warburton’s keeper) at the mention of the real estate agents’ names, that he had produced an impression. ‘‘Go and see if you can find the ladies, Augusta,” he said. But Mr. Traubmann interposed with: ‘‘ Don’t waste your time, Augusta. Dotis only a story of dis young man’s. You know vat he is.” Guy suddenly bethought him of that note Mr. In- wood had scribbled for him. If he could show that to the shoe dealer it would be sufficient to rehabili- tate his character. He was not sure whether he had it about him or not, and, bound as he was, he could not make an examination to find out. As may be imagined, he was by this time pretty wrothy. ‘You are insulting not only me but my employers,” he cried, ‘‘ besides compelling me to leave the two ladies whom I accompanied here to wonder at my absence.” ‘*But why did you try to rush into dat pantry and hide when you heard us coming?” Max wanted to know. | ‘‘T became confused with all the doors about here and lost my way,” replied Guy. ‘‘I was trying to hurry up and meet you.” ‘But vat business had you down here any vay?” put in Mr. Traubmann. At this instant a crash of chinaware sounded directly overhead. The major had remained quiet for the past few minutes, or else there had been so much Gomichbooks (EC) m