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Updated: June 28, 2025
He put me with some very good people he did what he could for me. I think, later, his wife knew a lady who came to see me once after his death. I was a very little girl, but I remember many things. What he could he did something that helped me afterwards, something that helps me now. I think of him with a strange pity I SEE him!" said Mrs. Ryves, with the faint past in her eyes.
Baron was mystified, touched, distressed, piecing dimly together what she meant, but feeling, in a great surge of pity, that it was only something more to love her for. "My mother my poor mother," said Mrs. Ryves. She paused with this, and through gathering tears her eyes met his as if to plead with him to understand.
Ryves looked at him with the strange apprehension he had seen in her eyes when she appeared at his door the moment after his discovery. "You know, of course, because I told you an hour later, though you would let me tell you very little."
The union was not a happy one, and a separation took place; but, before it occurred, Mrs. Ryves, the elder petitioner, was born at Liverpool in 1797. After the separation Mrs. Serres and her daughter lived together, and the former gained some celebrity both as an author and an artist.
Ryves, in her bonnet and jacket, looked out from it as if she were expecting something as if she had been passing to and fro to watch. Yet when he had expressed to her that it was a delightful welcome she replied that she had only thought there might possibly be a cab in sight. He offered to go and look for one, upon which it appeared that after all she was not, as yet at least, in need.
They also asserted that Mrs. Ryves had been lawfully married to her husband, and that her son was legitimate; and asked the judges to pronounce that the original marriage between the Duke of Cumberland and Olive Wilmot was legal; that their child Olive, who afterwards became Mrs. Serres, was legitimate; that their grandchild Mrs.
"I haven't had time; it only happened ten minutes ago." "I knew it," said Mrs. Ryves, more gaily now. "What did you know?" "That you were in some predicament." "You're extraordinary. I never heard of anything so miraculous; down two flights of stairs." "ARE you in a quandary?" the visitor asked. "Yes, about giving them back."
Ryves went on, while Baron stared at the wonder too sweet to be safe, it seemed to him as yet of her standing there again before him and speaking of what they had in common. "Fifty pounds! fifty pounds!" she exclaimed, fluttering at him her happy cheque. She had come back, the first thing, to tell him, and of course his share of the money would be the half.
Ryves could not account for that, as her mother had heard of his marriage two years previously.
An offer of what? he quickly asked himself here, as he had already asked himself after making in spirit other awkward dashes in the same direction of what but his poverty, his obscurity, his attempts that had come to nothing, his abilities for which there was nothing to show? Mrs. Ryves was not exactly a success, but she was a greater success than Peter Baron.
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