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His tongue felt thick and swollen and there seemed no words in all the world to fit his need of overcoming this fanatic madman, and after all, he had no chance for them, for Yussuf, with a huge palm upon his mouth, urged him suddenly backwards towards that horrible niche. "Gently, Yussuf, gently," said the general, suavely and with a slow distinctness that was for Ryder's ears.
It was very evident that no help was to be looked for in that quarter. There was even decided hostility in Ryder's reply. Could it be true that the financier was really behind these attacks upon his character, was it possible that one man merely to make more money would deliberately ruin his fellow man whose hand he had grasped in friendship?
There was no difficulty as far as John Ryder was concerned. He favoured the match and had often spoken of it. Indeed, Ryder desired it, for such an alliance would naturally further his business interests in every way. Roberts knew that his daughter Kate had more than a liking for Ryder's handsome young son.
Heedless of Ryder's gesture of impatience he continued: "When I left his bedside to-night, sir, I promised to return to him with good news; I have told him that the Senate ridicules the charges against him. I must return to him with good news. He is very ill to-night, sir."
The boat should have been launched in a minute, but still it hung between its davits; its course downward was interrupted; something was wrong with the ropes, "A false start, by !" said the bookmaker, looking through his eye-glass. Colonel Ryder's face was stern, Clovelly was pale and anxious, as moment after moment went, and the boat was not yet free.
But when he saw who it was, Mr. Ryder's stern, set face relaxed and he greeted his son amiably. "Why, Jeff, my boy, is that you? Just a moment, until I get rid of Bagley, and I'll be with you." Jefferson turned to the book shelves and ran over the titles while the financier continued his business with the secretary. "Now, Bagley. Come, quick. What is it?"
I tell you you must come back to your healthy hatred. The spirit of revolt is in your blood; the contempt is with you. I shall win you over. Never! Never! 'Happy! Son of a mother tortured to death by a Christian people; brother of the girl driven to suicide by hate; brother of the man whom society set in hell. Ryder's voice was low and musical, and his words were more dreadful than curses.
"I don't go about shouting my joys and troubles in everybody's ear like this. Why do I do it to you?" Jed stopped a dismal whistle in the middle of a bar. "W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "I don't know. When I was a young-one I used to like to holler out back of Uncle Laban Ryder's barn so's to hear the echo. When you say so and so, Charlie, I generally agree with you.
There was something in Mr. Ryder's voice that stirred the hearts of those who sat around him. It suggested more than mere sympathy with an imaginary situation; it seemed rather in the nature of a personal appeal. It was observed, too, that his look rested more especially upon Mrs. Dixon, with a mingled expression of renunciation and inquiry. She had listened, with parted lips and streaming eyes.
The road has been well managed and" here he looked significantly in Ryder's direction "there has been a big brain behind the manager. We owe you that credit, Mr. Ryder!" Cries of "Hear! Hear!" came from all round the table. Ryder bowed coldly, and Mr. Grimsby continued: "But during the last year or two things have gone wrong.
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