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They were going out for a drive. Ridgeley was working at his books, and he had forgotten her presence. She could not but feel a deep admiration for his powerful frame and his quick, absorbed action as he moved about from his safe to his desk. He was a man of great force and ready decision. Suddenly the door opened and a stranger entered. He had a sullen and bitter look on his thin, dark face.
Ridgeley seemed on good terms with them all, and ventured a joke or word, at which they laughed with terrific energy, and fell as suddenly silent again. As Mrs. Field looked up the second time she saw the dark, strange face of Williams a few places down, and opposite her. His eyes were fixed on her husband's hands with a singular intensity.
"It don't matter what I say or do after this, I want that money sent. The rest will keep me in tobacco and clothing. You understand?" Ridgeley nodded. "Perfectly. I've seen such cases before." The man went out and down the walk with a hurried, determined air, as if afraid to trust his own resolution. As Ridgeley turned toward his desk he met Mrs.
And I'm not sure that the excitement will be good for Anne." "Why not?" quickly. "Aren't you well, Anne?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Ridgeley seems to think I'm not. But the circus can't hurt me." Nothing more was said about it. Christopher decided to ask Ridgeley later.
Another hymn, a simple benediction, and the solemnly impressed crowd broke up into little knots, and left the spot vacant to the silence of approaching night. Conspicuous in this gathering, as conspicuous everywhere where he appeared, was Major Ridgeley, an elder brother of Bart.
"That man has been a violinist," said Field. "What's he doing up here?" "Came up to get away from himself," Ridgeley replied. "I'm afraid he's failed," said Field, as he put his arm about his wife and led her to the sleigh. The ride home was made mainly in silence. "Oh, the splendid silence!" the woman kept saying in her heart. "Oh, the splendid moonlight, the marvelous radiance!"
Ridgeley came from a family of much local celebrity for their vocal powers, while her husband was not only an accomplished singer, but master of several instruments, and in the new settlements he was often employed as a teacher of music. The preacher of this small congregation was Mr.
He never spoke of her again, or referred, in the most distant manner, to his visit at Ridgeley. The omission was an agreeable one to Rosa for several reasons. Silence, she believed, was to oblivion as a means to an end. Judging from herself, she adopted the theory that people were apt to forget what they never talked of themselves, nor heard mentioned by others.
Then Julia turned to him, and, with a charming manner, asked: "Mr. Ridgeley" she had not called him Bart, or Barton, since her return from Boston "Mr. Ridgeley, what do the girls mean? Have you really been away?" "Have I really been away? And if I really have, am I to be permitted to take your hand, and asked how I really do? as if you really cared?"
Politics Ridgeley Holman Dobson was interested in politics; his lecture had been about something-or-other political she wished, now, she'd paid more attention to what he'd talked about. Politics, it seemed, was a promising field in the broadening life of women. And they always had a Sheriff in Cherryvale. Just what were a Sheriff's duties? And how old must one be to become a Sheriff?
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