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His long, hatchet-shaped face was drawn and white. His eyes were full of a pitiful anxiety. "They were talking like men beside themselves at the Clarion and up at Dale's house last night," he said. "They were mad about your having gone to Foley's. Graveling he was the worst he's telling them all that you're up to some mischief on your own account. They are all grumbling like a lot of sore heads.
"Four hundred a year and a hundred and fifty from subscriptions, and that's every penny I have to bring up seven children upon," Weavel declared with disgust. "And mine's less than that, and the subscriptions falling off," Borden grunted. "What sort of a Socialist is a man with five thousand a year who keeps his pockets tightly buttoned up, I should like to know?" Graveling exclaimed angrily.
Graveling exclaimed furiously. "You're my girl. I've hung around after you for six years. I've known you since you were a child. I'll be d d if I'll be thrown on one side now and see you become another man's mistress especially his!" He came a step further into the room. Maraton, who had been standing with his back to them, arranging some papers on his desk, turned slowly around.
"I don't know that I have anything particular to say about it. If it interests you to be told my opinion of you, you are welcome to hear it." Graveling advanced a step nearer still. His fists were clenched, an ugly scowl had parted his lips. Julia came swiftly from her seat. Her eyes were filled with fury. She faced Graveling.
He did me no particular harm, but it was an infamous trick. I wired to Dale yesterday and had no reply." "David Ross has been here," Aaron said. "We heard all about it from him. There is dissension in the camp. Dale was in favour of withdrawing their candidate, but Graveling wouldn't have it." "He did me no harm, anyway," Maraton remarked. "The Labour vote was mine from the start."
We are not there to plunge the country into a revolution and run the risk of a foreign invasion. There isn't one of us Englishmen here who'll agree with you or side with you for one moment." "Hear, hear!" they all echoed. "Not one," Graveling interposed, "and for my part, I go further. I say that the man who stands there and talks about the risk of a foreign invasion like that, is no Englishman.
You have surprised the truth in my heart. It is clear to me that I cannot marry you; I never could. I shall not change. Now let us go back to our work hand in hand, if you will, but that other matter is closed between us forever." She turned to say farewell to Maraton, but Graveling interposed himself between them. His voice shook and there were evil things in his distorted face.
"I heard by accident of the house he had taken the house where he means to live. I went there and I waited. Later, Richard Graveling came there, too." The youth struck the table before him. His eyes were filled with tears. "All night I waited!" he cried. "I could not sit still. I could scarcely breathe. Tell me what he is like, Julia? Tell me what he looks like? Is he strong?
It's all very well, Borden," he went on, a little angrily, "but my people are looking for something from me, in return for their cash. What with these strikes here and strikes there, and a bit out of it for everybody, why, it's time Sheffield spoke." "There's a question I should like to ask," Graveling intervened, plunging into the discussion, "and that is, why are you so cocksure, Mr.
Maraton, so am I. If you're for preaching a strike, well, I'm for preaching against it." "Hear, hear!" Graveling exclaimed. "I'm with you." Maraton smiled a little bitterly. "As you will, Mr. Dale," he replied. "But remember, you'll have to seek another constituency next time you want to come into Parliament. Do be reasonable," he went on.
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