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"Well, Henslow isn't exactly an ornamental candidate," he said, "but he is particularly sound and a man with any amount of common-sense. You should come and hear him speak." "I'd love to," she answered, "but no one would bring me from here. They are all hopeless. Mr. Molyneux there is going to support Mr. Rochester. If I wasn't sure that he'd do more harm than good, I wouldn't let him go.
The Jingo element are our greatest trouble. They are all the time trying to make people believe that Conservatives have the monopoly of the Imperial sentiment. As a matter of fact, I think that Henslow is almost rabid on the war question." "Still, your platform to use an Americanism," Mr. Hennibul interposed, "must be founded upon domestic questions.
Professor Henslow adds a number of equally significant facts with the same tendency, so that we have strong reason to conceive the floral world as passing through successive phases of colour in the Tertiary Era. At first it would be a world of yellows and greens, like that of the Mesozoic vegetation, but brighter.
Brooks passed out across the great courtyard and through the gates. He had gone to his interview with Henslow in a somewhat depressed state of mind, and its result had not been enlivening. Were all politics like this?
"God bless my soul, I forgot all about Mary," he exclaimed with vexation. "She must go and sit somewhere. I shan't be ready yet. Henslow wants us to go down to the Bell, and have a bit of supper." "In that case," Brooks said, "you had better allow me to take Miss Scott home, and I will come then to you." "Capital, if you really don't mind," Mr. Bullsom declared. "Put her in a cab.
He's got his seat, and he'll keep it till the next election." Brooks shook his head. "Henslow has rather a platform manner," he said, "but he is sound enough. I believe that we are on the eve of important changes in our social legislation, and I believe that Henslow will have much to say about them. At any rate, he is not a rank hypocrite.
Giles Mallet and Robin Henslow fought with redhot brands out of the fire, till I thought we should all have died; and Giles the cleverest fellow and the wittiest, ho! ho! such a fellow was Giles! he took up the poker instead of the fir-log, and watched his opportunity, ho! ho! it was redhot too a good stout poker as ever you saw and ran it clean through his cheek you heard the tongue fizz! as it licked the hot iron 'twas a famous play.
In his appreciation of dramatic effect, and the small means by which an audience can be touched, Henslow was a past master. Early in his speech he had waved aside the umbrella which a supporter was holding over him, and regardless of the rain, he stood out in the full glare of the reflected gaslight, a ponderous, powerful figure. "No one can accuse me," he cried, "of being a pessimist.
I am taking Mr. Morrison's place, you know, as agent for Mr. Henslow. I have never done anything of the sort before, and I have scarcely any claims to be considered a politician at all." "A very lucky change for us, Brooks," Mr. Bullsom declared, with the burly familiarity which he considered justified by his position as chairman of the Radical committee. "Poor Morrison was past the job.
"We mustn't take too much to ourselves, dear," she said. "Remember that Mr. Brooks walked all the way up from the Secular Hall with Mary." Mr. Bullsom threw down his paper with a little impatient exclamation. "Come, come!" he said. "I want to have a few words with Brooks myself, if you girls'll give me a chance. Heard anything from Henslow lately, eh?" Brooks leaned forward.
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