Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 92: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 83 strains of Ruth’s violin came to them as they threaded their way among the scenery to the entrance of the stage box. In the latter, Reginald was sitting at the front, his chin propped on his hand, gazing steadfastly at the beautiful girl on the stage, and Judge Dodge had to call him twice before he heard. ‘‘Reginald, here is a lady who used to know your father. Come back and speak to her.” With one final look at the fair violinist the boy obeyed, and accompanied the judge to the rear of the box, where Mrs. Hammersley was seated on the divan. By a great effortshe mastered her emotions, and, putting out her hand, drew the boy to her, kissed him once, and then held him off at arm’s length to look at him. ‘‘Why, you are the lady that sang that beautiful song!” exclaimed Reginald. ‘‘And you didn’t finish it. It was so pretty, too.” Judge Dodge, who was watching the effect of the interview closely, noticed that the soprano’s lips twitched nervously as she heard the boy’s voice. ‘‘Why don’t you ask Mrs. Hammersley if she would not like to come to see you to-morrow and sing the song,through for you, Reginald?” he said. ‘‘Oh, will you?” cried the boy, putting out both hands impulsively to clasp hers. ‘‘I do so love music. You will come, won’t you?” ‘With all my heart, and what is more, I will sing another song to-night, just for_you, Reginald; ” and, kissing him once again, she rose hurriedly, as if afraid to trust herself further, and returned to the stage Gomichboo Ss) (€(@) m