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The moon had fallen from her high seat and was in the mists of the West, when he was allowed to seek his blankets, and the cold acting on his friend's eloquence made Ripton's flesh very contrite. The poor fellow had thinner blood than the hero; but his heart was good.
Ripton's only definite answer was, a gasping iteration of "My lord." My lord resumed: "I am perfectly guiltless of offending him, as far as I know. In fact, I had a friendship for him. Is he liable to fits of this sort of thing?" Not yet at conversation-point, Ripton stammered: "Fits, my lord?" "Ah!" went the other, eying Ripton in lordly cognizant style.
Ripton's lieutenancy became a sinecure, his rank merely titular. He had never been married he knew nothing about licences, except that they must be obtained, and were not difficult he had not an idea that so many days' warning must be given to the clergyman of the parish where one of the parties was resident. How should he?
The moon had fallen from her high seat and was in the mists of the West, when he was allowed to seek his blankets, and the cold acting on his friend's eloquence made Ripton's flesh very contrite. The poor fellow had thinner blood than the hero; but his heart was good.
What though his client exaggerated? Facts were at the bottom of what he said. And he was acute he had unmasked Ripton! Since Ripton's exposure he winced at a personal application in the text his client preached from. Possibly this was the secret source of part of his anger against that peccant youth. Mr.
Ripton's amazement lent him increased vehemence. "Why, you haven't had anything to eat since breakfast! Not hungry? I declare I'm starving. I feel such a gnawing I could eat dry bread and cheese!" Richard sneered: not for reasons that would have actuated a similar demonstration of the philosopher. "Come," cried Ripton, "at all events, tell us where you're going to stop."
From the Gardens, in contempt of Ripton's frowned protest, Richard boldly struck into the park, where solitary carriages were beginning to perform the circuit. Here Ripton had some justification for his jealous pangs.
Forgetting to contest the premiss, that all betrayed women are betrayed by love, Ripton was quite silenced. He, like most young men, had pondered somewhat on this matter, and was inclined to be sentimental when he was not hungry. They walked in the moonlight by the railings of the park. Richard harangued at leisure, while Ripton's teeth chattered.
Ripton's response to this was: "You put a Griffin on that cake. Wheatsheaves each side." "His crest?" Mrs. Berry said sweetly. "Oldest baronetcy 'n England!" waved Ripton. "Yes?" Mrs. Berry encouraged him on. "You think he's Richards. We're oblige' be very close. And she's the most lovely! If I hear man say thing 'gainst her." "You needn't for to cry over her, young man," said Mrs. Berry.
He now started to his feet, and came tearing through the briar hedge, calling out for one of them to direct them the nearest road to Bursley. The tinker was kindling preparations for his tea, under the tawny umbrella. A loaf was set forth, oh which Ripton's eyes, stuck in the edge, fastened ravenously.
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