Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 58: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 49 nights of such business in seven would give you a weekly income of one hundred and fifty dollars.” Certainly this was very alluring. Even Guy could find but one flaw in it: the strangeness of the fact that his mother, a singer without any reputation to speak of, should get as much as Miss Farleigh, whose praises the colonel had sounded sohighly. He deter- mined to speak about it. ‘Colonel Starr,” he ventured to interpose, ‘‘as my mother has no one but me to look to in financial matters, I trust both you and she will pardon me if I put one question.” ‘‘Certainly, my dear young sir,” returned the colonel, with unabated affability. ‘‘ Eminently right and proper for you to do so. What is it you would like to know?” ‘‘Why my mother should get as much as Miss > Farleigh, who you say is such a great drawing card.” Guy expected to see the colonel’s face fall at this evidence of penetration beneath the smooth, outer surface of his proposition. But nothing of the sort took place. The colonel gave a short laugh, and half turning in his chair, let his hand drop familiarly on Guy’s knee as he replied : ‘‘ Ah, Mrs. Hammersley, there is no fear of your ever being duped by the designing knaves of whom our city has too large a supply. This boy of yours will be an all-sufficient protection. And now to explain, my dear Mr. Guy, why I offer Miss Farleigh the same terms as I do your mother, I have simply to say that Miss Farleigh is extremely young, barely eighteen, and of course cannot expect Gomichboo cS (E(0) m