Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 25: what you’re looking at

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16 GUY HAMMERSLEY. While speaking the stranger had made his way out of the larger apartment, drawing the door to behind him, thus forcing Guy back into his own little room. ‘But I ought to see her. Iam her son, the only relative she has here,” and the boy made a motion as if to dodge past the other. But the latter laid a much beringed hand on his shoulder, and putting off a good deal o his pom- posity, said conciliatingly ; ‘‘I know just how you must feel, my boy, to be held back in this way by one who is a perfect stranger to you. But the doctor charged me to admit no one till he summoned me. Believe me it is for your mother's good.” Considerably appeased by the good sense of these remarks, Guy stepped back into the mite of an apart- ment which was all he could call his, andsank down ona chair, his eyes riveted on his companion with a gaze that said almost as plainly as words: ‘‘ Who are you?” He of the eyeglasses evidently so interpreted it, for bending down his head he began in a solemn un- dertone: ‘‘I was so fortunate as to be directly be- hind your mother when the accident happened. I tried to warn her by shouting, but was just too late. Then I sprang forward and dragged her out from under the horse’s feet.” ‘*'Then you can tell me, sir, how badly she is hurt,” Guy burst forth, rising from his seat. “‘Oh, I trust not seriously. She was very much dazed, of course, and could not speak. I carried her home here ” (E@NMIELOOOKS (©) m