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Then the deepest deep of all seemed to be reached when he rose or rather fell from the condition of tempted to that of tempter, and, somehow, managed for a time to lead even the far stronger-minded Ralph Ritson on the road to ruin. But he did not lead him long.
By G , you should have seen my grey mare, Smith; by G , she's a glorious fencer." "You don't hunt, do you, Ritson?" interrogated Mr. Smith. "Yes, I do," replied Mr. Ritson, affectedly playing with his Woodstock glove; "yes, but I only hunt in Leicestershire with my friend, Lord Bobadob; 'tis not the thing to hunt any where else, 'tis so vulgar."
Smith, who was a good-natured looking person, with a blue coat and brass buttons, a gold pin in his neckcloth, and kneebreeches, "why, they dance at Almack's, don't they?" "No, 'pon honour," murmured Mr. Ritson; "no, they just walk a quadrille or spin a waltz, as my friend, Lord Bobadob, calls it, nothing more no, hang dancing, 'tis so vulgar."
He was in constant controversy with Ritson and other literary antiquaries, and was also an acute detector of literary forgeries, including those of Chatterton and Ireland. Journalist and miscellaneous writer, b. at Sydenham, and ed. at City of London School and Oxf., took to journalism, in which he distinguished himself by his clearness of vision and vivid style.
The stronger nature soon re-asserted itself; seized the reins; led the yielding Leather to the cities of the far west; from gambling took to robbing, till at last the gay and handsome Ritson became transformed into the notorious Buck Tom, and left his weaker chum to care for himself.
But the shark had plenty of fight left in him still, as one of the men speedily discovered when, on thrusting a handspike into the great jaws, the strong, stout wooden bar was promptly bitten in two. "Here, lay hold, two or three of you, and capsize him," ordered Ritson; "we must make an end of the beast, or some of yer'll get hurted yet, I can see.
When Ritson again reached the quarterdeck, it was ten o'clock, so he struck "four bells" sharply; the wheel and lookout were relieved, and then everybody settled down once more, to pass away the remaining two hours of the watch.
"It will reach us this time," thought the skipper; and he was right, the shot striking the water about forty feet from the side of the Aurora and then bounding harmlessly over her, except for a hole which it punched in the main try-sail in its passage. "Now, lads," said George, "it's our turn. Mr Ritson, run out the gun, if you please, and show us what you can do in the way of shooting."
Smith, "if we make it agreeable to him." "You must positively introduce him to me," said Mrs. Dollimore. "I will, with great pleasure," said the good-natured Mr. Smith. "Is Sir Ralph a man of fashion?" inquired Mr. Ritson. "He's a baronet!" emphatically pronounced Mr. Smith. "Ah!" replied Ritson, "but he may be a man of rank, without being a man of fashion." "True," lisped Mrs. Dollimore.
"Ah, Ritson," said another young Cheltenhamian to him of the Woodstock gauntlets, "hav'n't you been dancing yet?" "No, Smith, 'pon honour!" answered Mr. Ritson; "it is so overpoweringly hot; no fashionable man dances now; it isn't the thing." "Why," replied Mr.
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