Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 46: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 37 thundering past now and then of a train on the Ele- vated Road, and the subdued murmur of the voices of the partners, as they went over the books together, when a lady entered. She was short and dumpy, had light hair, considerably frizzed up over her fore- head, and wore a bonnet in which the combination of colors was enough to drive an artist distracted. Guy quickly pushed back into place the box of Congress gaiters he had been in the act of removing, and walking up to her, said in his politest manner: “ Good afternoon, madam. With what can I serve you?” She started back, gave Guy a look that seemed to wither all the spirit within him, and then, pushing On past him, exclaimed: ‘‘ What impudence is this? Cannot one vife come to see her man without being asked vat she wants?” With that she sailed on majestically to the rear of the store where Guy soon heard her demanding of Mr. Traubmann if the new clerk didn’t know a lady from a woman who came to buy shoes. However, the husband did not think it worth while to reprove his recently acquired employee for not recognizing Mrs Traubmann, who presently departed, stuffing a roll of money into her card case. She had scarcely been gone a quarter of an hour, before the sky clouded over and presently the rain began to fall in sheets. Guy was sent to take in the shoes that hung out in front for exhibition purposes, and while he was thus engaged a man hurried by him and entered the store. Guy followed to wait upon him and then saw that it was Mr. Inwood. Gomicboo <<) (E(@)