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How by degrees this slippery penitent was induced to make other confessions; how we got an idea of Mrs. Ridley's account from him, of his dealings with Mr. Sherrick, need not be mentioned here. The conclusion to which Colonel Newcome's ambassador came was, that to help such a man would be quite useless; and that the Fleet Prison would be a most wholesome retreat for this most reckless divine.
The shadow swept off Mr. Ridley's face. "All right," he returned. "I received a fee of fifty dollars to-day, and you shall have every cent; of it." In the week that intervened Mrs. Ridley made herself ready for the party; but had she been preparing for a funeral, her heart could scarcely have been heavier.
Ridley's evidence, and then I began to see there was some strange business going on, though I couldn't even guess at what it could be. And I did nothing, and said nothing there seemed nothing, then, that I could do or say, though I meant to come forward later until I saw the affair of Crone in the newspapers, and I knew then that there was more in the matter than was on the surface.
Then the boy Thomas, otherwise called Slavey, may say, "There he goes again;" or Mrs. Ridley's own back-parlour bell rings vehemently, and Julia the cook will exclaim, "Lor, it's Mr. Frederick."
The elder people went on to speak of arrangements that could be made for Ridley's comfort a table placed where he couldn't help looking at the sea, far from boilers, at the same time sheltered from the view of people passing.
It was amazing to note the shattered culverts as one passed, and yet to be overtaken by trains within a day. With them were the 83rd, 84th, and 85th R.F.A., with the heavy guns, and a small force of mounted infantry. To the right of these was Ridley's mounted infantry. This was the army, between forty and fifty thousand strong, with which Lord Roberts advanced upon the Transvaal.
Occupied in various ways now in undoing parcels, now in uncorking bottles, now in writing directions, the sound of Ridley's song and the beat of his pacing worked into the minds of Terence and St. John all the morning as a half comprehended refrain. They wrestled up, they wrestled down, They wrestled sore and still: The fiend who blinds the eyes of men, That night he had his will.
He reached it, he held it, and back went Mr. Sims. There remained Mr. Smith, in the same historical position as Mr. Belcher. There were six runs to get, and Mr. Macan, his companion, a good bat, was not yet settled. Some one in the pavilion said, 'His legs are trembling, Oxford wins. Mr. Smith, unlike Mr. Belcher, stopped two of Mr. Ridley's slows, but not with enthusiasm.
He stood irresolute for several moments. "Most unfortunate!" he ejaculated. Then, going into his office, he rang the bell and ordered his carriage brought round immediately. Dr. Angier had made no exaggerated report of Mrs. Ridley's condition. Dr. Hillhouse found that serious complications were rapidly taking place, and that all the symptoms indicated inflammation of the peritoneum.
"Get in," he said, waving his hand in the direction of his carriage, which still remained in front of his office. Mr. Ridley obeyed. Doctor Hillhouse gave the driver a hurried direction, and sprang in after him. They rode in silence for the whole distance to Mr. Ridley's dwelling.
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