Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 49: what you’re looking at

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40 GUY HAMMERSLEY. rence. Whatanightmarethat was! Whichever way he turned he found himself confronted by something or other in connection therewith. When he reached home he was drenched through, but “ My outward state is only in keeping with my inward one,” hereflected, with a sort of dismal sense of satisfaction at the fitness of things. ‘‘Guy,” called his mother, as he stepped past her door to enter his own room first. ‘*Yes, mother ; I’m wet, and must change my clothes at once.” He hurried through the process, wondering as he paused for an instant to decide which suit to put on, how long it would be before he should be saved the necessity of making a choice by reason of having only one, oratthe mosttwo suits left. Then, bracing him- self to try and seem as cheerful as ordinarily, he entered his mother’s room. ‘*My poor, poor boy !” Mrs. Hammersley had clasped her arms about his neck, and was sobbing on his shoulder. _ "Why, mother, what is it?” he asked, leading her to the sofa. ‘‘ Have you feit any ill effects from your accident?” ‘‘Oh, no, no,” she returned, trying to steady her voice. ‘‘It is you, my boy—to think they should accuse you of such dreadful things.” Guy felt a sudden sinking of the heart. His mother, then, knew all. But how had she learned it? Was it possible that Mr. Fox could have sent her word? ‘* But tell me that you cleared yourself, my son, and that they begged your pardon for daring to breathe (EONNIELOOOKS (E) m