Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 36: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 29 these days of law and justice an innocent person can be sent to jail. Mr. Inwood must see that I didn’t take the money.” They went directly to the office of the Preside favorite, Mr. Fox taking a paper out of his pocket and not speaking one word during the journey. And with what different sensations Guy ascended those three flights of dirty stairs from the feelings that had dominated him in the same locality but two short hours ago! Mr. Fox threw open the door labeled, ‘*‘ Office of the fireszde Favorite,” and poor Guy felt the hot blood rush in surges to his cheeks as he found the room, deserted when he was there on that ill-fated errand, now filled with girls, who one and all ceased their work as he entered, and stared at him with cruel, re- lentless steadiness. But the stare was not the only thing he had to face. A regular buzz of ‘‘ Here he is,” went round, and he even heard a skurrying of skirts as girls not so favor- ably placed for seeing hurried forward to get a sight of the messenger from Fox & Burdell’s who had stolen thirteen dollars. One remark he heard distinctly : ‘¢Oh, Hattie, isn’t he handsome!” one pale-faced worker on wrapping whispered to her seat mate. Mr. Fox glanced neither to the right nor the left, but marched straight ahead to Mr. Inwood’s private office. He took pains, too, that Guy should walk ahead of him. Mr. Inwood saw them the instant they entered the outer room and twirled round in his revolving chair, (ECO MUCE JOO S) (E(0) m