In Sight of St. Paul's — page 72: what you’re looking at

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A CRUSHING BLOW. 67 As Tom stood there, utterly miserable and feeling how impotent he was to avert the disaster that seemed impending, there came to his ear the sound of voices from the dining-room, a little way down across the hall. They were singing the chorus usual on such festive occasions, ‘‘For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow.’’ What a wretched mockery it all seemed! ‘They are. drinking his health!’? thought Tom. “Td better join them, and speak to Harry after- ward. ”’ | He opened the door, and passed out into the hall. As he did so, he saw coming toward him the man with whom he had just been speaking, accompanied now by Captain Gridston. _ Tom paused, feeling that they were in search of him, which was indeed the case. ‘(Mr. Chichester,’’ began Gridston, as they came close to him, ‘‘I want a word with you.”’ ‘(Go on, sir,’’ replied Tom, coldly, although his breast was filled with foreboding. ‘‘T find that my solicitor here has mistaken you for ‘your brother, Harry. It is as well perhaps, however. At all events, you know of the forgery of your father’s name to that bill.’’ ‘‘Ves, I know.’’ “Mr. Treacher offered on my behalf to restore the forgery for five thousand pounds.” ws Gomicbooks (Eo)