Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 65: what you’re looking at

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56 GUY HAMMERSLEY. closed on them in their own rooms, ‘‘ did you read that contract before you signed it ?” ‘‘Certainly I did. It was simply a repetition of what he told us. Why do you mistrust that man so greatly, Guy?” ‘‘ Because of his whole manner,” the boy burst out. ‘*‘ Heis too plausible, too smooth-spoken. I may be wrong; and I feel that when I have brought all this upon us——” ‘¢ Guy, do not speak that way,’ cried his mother. ‘‘ It is not you, it is the harsh, cruel injustice of the world. I never wanted you to go away from me, and just as soon as I am sure that I can do well with the concert company, I shall insist on your giving up your position as ticket-taker.” ‘‘ But I do not want to live upon you,” objected Guy. ‘‘ Iam seventeen, and surely-——’ His mother stopped him with a wave of the hand and a smile. ‘You need not be idle, my dear boy. If all goes as I trust it will, I shall need you to manage my affairs. All singers have their managers, you know, and you can be mine. And, by the way, I wish you would stop in at Ditson’s to-morrow morning and get me some music I want. I will make you out a list.” Guy slept but little that night. His brain was too. full of dire foreboding and unavailing regret. His mother’s very cheerfulness was a source of worriment to him. He was afraid that she would not be sufficiently on her guard against any ticks Starr (it was in this Gomichbooks (€@) m