Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 42: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 33 committed a theft, and was expected to be grateful ! He could not speak, he felt a choking sensation in his throat, while not the color of shame, but the pal- lor of hopelessness overspread his face. He madea desperate effort and then forced out the words: ‘‘I did not take the money. What more canI say?” ‘*Say no more, but go,” blazed forth Mr. Fox, and Guy lost no time in taking advantage of the permission. Without another look at the three hard faces of his judges, he turned and walked rapidly out toward the stairway, past the two rows of staring girls, who, he could feel without looking, all stopped their work to gaze after him. But when he reached the sidewalk, ‘‘ What is the use of hurrying?” was the question that confronted him. ‘‘ No work to do, and I cannot go home before the usual time. I must not let mother know about this to-day. She has already had too muchstrain on her nerves.” The hands on the big dial in front of a clock store pointed to half-pasttwo. It will be remembered that Guy had had no lunch, and now that the suspense about his fate was over, and he knew the worst, he felt as weak asarag. But the very idea of entering a restaurant was repugnant to him. When he reached the corner he turned up a street that would take him away from Fox & Burdell’s, and presently passing a fruit stand, stopped and bought an apple. The stand was next to a vacant store, and as he stood leaning against the barred shutters, eat- ing his decidedly frugal mid-day meal, his gaze Gomiecboo cS (E(0) m