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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Excuse me, gentlemen," said this irrepressible old man, "I cannot permit it. Damn me, sir!" turning full round upon Tom Ryfe, "I won't permit it! I can detect the smell of chloroform in those lozenges. Smell, sir, I've the smell of a bloodhound. I could hunt a scamp all over England by nose by nose, I tell you, sir, and worry him to death when I ran into him; and I would too.
"I have seen enough!" she replied, very resolutely, "and I am determined to see no more. Mr. Ryfe, if you have no pleasanter subjects of conversation than yourself and your arrangements, I will ask you to move for an instant that I may pass and find Mrs. Stanmore." Lord Bearwarden was at the other end of the room, looking about apparently for some object of unusual interest.
The jeweller being dilatory, Tom had finished his letters before that artificer arrived, thus saving Dorothea all responsibility in the valuable packet confided to his charge, for Mr. Ryfe received it himself in the outer office, whither he had resorted in a fidget to compare a time-table with a railway-map of England. He fretted to set off at once.
"You remember our bargain," she said bitterly. "If you don't, I can remind you of it. Listen, Mr. Ryfe; I am not going to cheat you out of your dues. You were to win back my fortune from the next of kin this cousin who seems to have law on his side.
Ryfe would look with his throat cut, or his head laid open, weltering in blood; and when and where it would be advisable to put this finishing stroke of murder and perfidy to the crimes he meditated to-night. Ere these confederates parted, however, two letters had to be written in a stationer's shop.
But I tell you, not till every stratagem has been tried, every stone turned, every resource exhausted, do I acknowledge the defeat, nor I speak plain English, Mr. Ryfe do I pay the penalty." He turned very pale. "You did not use this tone when we walked together through the snow in the avenue at Ecclesfield.
Vieira derives 'Tenerf' or'Chenerf' from the last king; and old MSS. have 'Chenerife. The popular voice says it is composed of 'Tener, mountain or snow, and of 'ryfe, snow or mountain. The same occurs in the Eev. Mr. But the scientific object that it includes under the same name several different races. Glas, who knew something of Shilha, or Western Berber, made the same observation.
The clock at St. George's, Hanover Square, struck nine as Mr. Ryfe returned to his hotel. He found Lord Bearwarden waiting for him, and dinner ready to be placed on the table. "Have you settled it?" asked his lordship, in a fierce whisper that betrayed no little eagerness for action something very like a thirst for blood. "When is it for, Tom? To-morrow morning? I've got everything ready.
Two men looked in as they passed the door, the one hurried on in search of his partner, the other started, scowled, and turned back amongst the crowd. Puckers, the lynx-eyed, observing and recognising both, had sufficient skill in physiognomy to pity Mr. Stanmore and much mistrust Tom Ryfe.
If only to-night's coup de main should come off successfully, he might cross the Atlantic with his prey, and remain in safe seclusion till the outrage had been so far forgotten by the public that those at home whom it most affected would be unwilling to rekindle the embers of a scandal half-smothered and dying out. Tom Ryfe was not without ready money.
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