W. Pett Ridge

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W. Pett Ridge,  A Breaker of Laws — Chapter 9 (1900)

“ Alfred drove the van twice between Exmouth Terrace and Lewisham—a neat van, with its plain black tarpaulin; one could, he thought, do much with a van like that.
Thus it happened that no happier young woman existed in all Lewisham (and Lewisham is a large and a well-filled parish) than Caroline. The shop had been stuck against the ground-floor of a small dwelling-house which had few rooms, but just enough of them, and Caroline, finding herself for the first time mistress of an entire house, sang at her work like a cheerful young bird.
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W. Pett Ridge,  A Breaker of Laws — Chapter 9 (1900)

“ What was it old Ladd had once called him? A lucky cove! Old Ladd was right, too! Luck had always seemed on his side. He might have gone on at the old game, perhaps, and never have been caught. One seldom heard of anyone who practised the fine arts of crime and came out scatheless at the end, but it seemed conceivable that this might have happened over and over again; careful men might have made bagfuls of money at the work and then retired, taking gorgeous public-houses for a hobby in the autumn of their days. That would be something like a career. ”
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W. Pett Ridge,  A Breaker of Laws — Chapter 9 (1900)

“ She looked closely at the small infant in her short-sighted manner, and at first seemed inclined to urge him to join some society for the reformation of the world, but presently began to talk baby language with the facility that comes to every woman. He was a 'plendid lil boy, that's what he was, with the bluest, bluest, bluest, bluest eyes in all the world, and the sauciest lil smiley-smiley, badinage which pleased Trafalgar so much that he nearly kicked himself out of her arms with delight. Alfred, from the back of the shop, looked on furtively and nervously. ”
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