Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 94: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY, 8x CHAPTER XIII. MOTHERLESS, Tue ordeal was over. Guy had finished his recita- tion in great shape, and received an approving pat on the shoulder from Colonel Starr as he fairly dashed into the wings, so rejoiced was he that he had got through. ‘‘Now what will you give them for your encore?” asked the manager. ‘‘What, have I got to do it all over again?” de- manded poor Guy. ‘‘No, certainly not the same piece ; but a pathetic One would be best. Don’t you hear them applaud- ing?” Guy certainly did, only too distinctly ; and, realiz- ing that the colonel had evidently counted on these recalls to lengthen out his programme to customary proportions, he saw there was no way out of it, and nerved himself to go back again and give a touching little ballad of Burns’s that brought tears to more than one pair of eyes in the audience. ‘¢And now I must see mother,” he told himself, when he came off. Gomichboo <=) (E(0) m a