Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 79: what you’re looking at

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70 GUY HAMMERSLEY. Ward, when they were alone. ‘‘He won’t even please a fellow by getting mad. I expected nothing less than to have him storm out at me when I let loose on him in that fashion, but——’ «« Still waters run deep, you know,” interposed Guy, ‘fat the same time I am glad you asserted your in- dependence. You would have cut a pretty figure seated at the piano in a football suit.” ‘‘Shouldn’t 1? Only imagine it!” Then they both laughed, felt better, and soon after- ward went over to the opera house with the ladies for a rehearsal, little dreaming that an incident more marked than Ward's appearance in a football suit was to make the evening performance memorable Eomicboo <=) (€(@) m