In Sight of St. Paul's — page 90: what you’re looking at

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HEART TO HEART. 85 _**My father!’ he exclaimed, half amazed, half shrinking at the ordeal. ‘‘My father coming here! For what?’ ‘“Ror what!’’ repeated Gillie. ‘‘Why, to ask your forgiveness, of course!”’ For a moment, ‘Tom was utterly dumfounded, and then, as a possibility of the truth implied in Fletcher’s words flashed over him, he said, with a gasp: ‘“Then he has found out?’ | ‘‘“Hyverything!’’ answered Fletcher, shortly but to the point. ' There was a silence broken only by Tom’ s heavy breathing. After all, he was not an angel, and it was an enormous relief to him to know that he was no longer resting beneath that horrible onus which he had lifted voluntarily to his shoulders. But this some- what selfish, though entirely natural, sensation lasted only fora moment. Then he exclaimed, witha quick revulsion of feeling: “Poor Harry!”’ | “Sit down! Sit down!’’ said Fletcher, who really had but little sympathy with the person of his friend’s comumniseration, brother though he was of that friend. ‘“’Te]] me something of yourself. You’ve been a bit downish, eh?’ ; Tom, sinking into a chair, raised his haggard eyes to his friend’s face. “Tfit hadn’t been for the good Ley of this house,’ (E(@) m Eomicbooks