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And was it for ME to blame Lawyer Lightwood? No. 'No, said Eugene. 'Certainly not, Governor, Mr Riderhood acquiesced. 'So I made up my mind to get my trouble off my mind, and to earn by the sweat of my brow what was held out to me. And what's more, he added, suddenly turning bloodthirsty, 'I mean to have it!
Do what Bradley Headstone would, he could not keep that former flush of impatience out of his face, or so master his eyes as to prevent their again looking anxiously up the river. 'Ha ha! Don't be afeerd, T'otherest, said Riderhood. 'The T'other's got to make way agin the stream, and he takes it easy. You can soon come up with him. But wot's the good of saying that to you!
'Are these notes correct, now, as to the information you bring here and the evidence you mean to give? he asked, when he had finished reading. 'They are. They are as correct, returned Mr Riderhood, 'as I am. I can't say more than that for 'em. 'I'll take this man myself, sir, said Mr Inspector to Lightwood. Then to Riderhood, 'Is he at home? Where is he? What's he doing?
'But not you, governor, not you, he went on, stolidly shaking his head. 'For what did I say to myself arter having amused myself with that there stretch of a comic idea, as a sort of a playful game? Why, I says to myself; "He's a man o' honour." That's what I says to myself. "He's a man o' double honour." Very remarkably, Riderhood put no question to him.
I forbid the house to Riderhood, and I forbid the house to Gaffer. I forbid both, equally. I find from Riderhood and you together, that there are suspicions against both men, and I'm not going to take upon myself to decide betwixt them. They are both tarred with a dirty brush, and I can't have the Fellowships tarred with the same brush. That's all I know.
It was at the concealed throat of the sleeper that Riderhood so often looked so curiously, until the sleep seemed to deepen into the stupor of the dead-tired in mind and body. Then, Riderhood came from the window cautiously, and stood by the bed.
Then, he shook the coverlet of his bed and spread it smooth, and Bradley stretched himself upon it in the clothes he wore. Mr Riderhood poetically remarking that he would pick the bones of his night's rest, in his wooden chair, sat in the window as before; but, as before, watched the sleeper narrowly until he was very sound asleep.
He then saw a slouching man of forbidding appearance standing in the midst of the school, with a bundle under his arm; and saw that it was Riderhood. He sat down on a stool which one of his boys put for him, and he had a passing knowledge that he was in danger of falling, and that his face was becoming distorted. But, the fit went off for that time, and he wiped his mouth, and stood up again.
He went into the pelting rain again with his head bare, and, bending low over the river, and scooping up the water with his two hands, washed the blood away. All beyond his figure, as Riderhood looked from the door, was a vast dark curtain in solemn movement towards one quarter of the heavens.
Riderhood began to have an air of being better at a guess than Bradley owned to being. 'I have been so long in want of rest, said the schoolmaster, 'that with your leave I'll lie down again. 'And welcome, T'otherest! was the hospitable answer of his host. He had laid himself down without waiting for it, and he remained upon the bed until the sun was low.
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