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Lieutenant Ryck Boddike figured prominently in a number of successful flights, in one of which he attacked a French aeroplane on January 6, 1916, killing the aviator and bringing down the machine on the Anatolian coast, near Akbanca. On the following day he shot down, east of Yalova, a British Farman aeroplane.
Ryck was sure that her husband was asleep that night, she rose softly from her bed, unlocked, with noiseless key, one of her bureau drawers, took something from it, and then felt her way down the dark stairs into the kitchen.
The light flashed broader and brighter about the room, and on the dead face there, never Meg's again. A strong man, bowed over it, was weeping. Muff moaned out his brute sorrow where the still hand touched him. But Martha Ryck, kneeling down beside her only child, gave thanks to God. What Was the Matter?
Several distinguished officers were present at the festive board: Captain Montesquieu de Roquette, Sir Horace Vere, Captains St. Hilaire, Meetkerke, De Ryck, and others among them.
Martha Ryck looked up at last into her husband's face. "Amos, if she should ever come back!" He started, his eyes freezing. "She won't! She " Would he have said "she shall not?" God only knew. "Martha, you talk nonsense! It's just like a woman. We've said enough about this. I suppose He who's cursed us has got his own reasons for it. We must bear it, and so must she."
"If you'd only try to love her a little, after all, my husband! He would know it; He might save her for it." Amos Ryck choked, coughed, and said it was time for prayers. He took down the old Bible in which his child's baby-fingers used to trace their first lessons after his own, and read, not of her who loved much and was forgiven, but one of the imprecatory Psalms. When Mrs.
Martha Ryck, coming in at last, found her with her long hair falling over her face, her arms still about the dog, lying there in the firelight. The woman's eyelids fluttered for an instant, her lips moving dryly; but she made no sound. She came up, knelt upon the floor, pushed Muff gently away, and took her child's head upon her lap. "Maggie!" She opened her eyes and looked up.
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