Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 40: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 31 The girl came forward and Mr. Inwood then directed her to wait in Mr. Tretbar’s room. Guy’s ears tingled. He understood only too well that she had been summoned to watch him. He walked over to the window, and leaning his burning forehead against the pane, looked down into the bustling street below. How different it all ap- peared to him now! Everything seemed covered, men, horses, trucks, with a sort of haze. It is always so. When we are in deep trouble the erdinary sights of every day life assume an entirely different aspect, and at times we even find ourselves taking note of trivial circumstances that, asa rule, would quite escape our observation. So now Guy noted how a horse, standing in front of a crockery store on the opposite side of the street, lowered his head and twisted it round in the attempt to see after a little yellow dog that had come trotting along the sidewalk past him. The next minute the recollection of his trouble swept back over the boyin a great wave and ‘‘ What will mother say ? It will almost kill her,” was the refrain that kept repeating itself over and over in his brain till the moving throng in the thoroughfare below seemed to be whirling round like the figures ina zoetrope. Guy was growing giddy himself and clutched the window frame for support. Just then came the call; ‘‘Hammersley, you may return now.” GEomichboo Ss (€(@) m