Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 24: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 15 but there wasn’t no blood. A tall gentleman, with gold-rimmed eyeglasses, picked her up and carried her from the corner clear to the house and upstairs. Oh, but he must be a strong man to do that same, and then I came right away down for you. Miss Stanwix was afeard, sorr, a telegram would scare ye too much.” ‘‘As if you hadn’t scared me about as much as possible,” reflected Guy, as they boarded the train. He tried his best during the trip up town to find out where his mother was injured, but without avail. Excitable Eliza would deal in nothing but generali- ties and exclamations, so that when they arrived at the house in Forty-Fifth Street poor Guy was wrought up to a fearful state of agitation. His mother occupied a large room on the third floor back, while he had the small one adjoining, a fold- ing bed being in each. Hurrying up the stairs, two steps at a time, he pushed open the door of his mother’s apartment and was immediately confronted by the apparition of a tall man, wearing gold-rimmed eyeglasses, a much waxed mustache, and who held a finger laid across his lips, from which a soft ‘‘ssh” issued. ‘‘Tam herson. Let me see my mother,” implored Guy, in a low tone. ‘‘Oh yes,” said the tall gentleman with a pompous air which quite confirmed the impression Guy had al- ready received of him, ‘‘but quietly, very quietly. She has had a very severe shock, and the least com: motion may throw her back. The doctor is now making his examination.” Gomicboo cS (E(o) m =>