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Lord Armley, who had only arrived during the last half hour, was recovering from a fit of astonishment. He had just been told of his fellow guest. "Granted, even, that the man is as dangerous as you say," he remarked, "it is certainly creating a new precedent for you to bring him into the bosom of your family. Is it conversion, bribery, or poison that you have in your thoughts?"
Foley turned to his companion. "Armley," he said, "this is Mr. Maraton Lord Armley." "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Maraton," Lord Armley declared, as the two men shook hands, "in such peaceful surroundings. The Press over here has not been too kind to you. Our ideas of your personality are rather based, I am afraid, upon the Punch caricature. You've seen it, perhaps?"
Do you mean to tell them this?" Maraton was silent. Lord Armley was watching him closely. Mr. Foley's eyes were bright, and a little flush had stained the parchment pallor of his cheeks. He was feeling all the thrill of the fencer who has touched. "I cannot convince you, Mr.
Bourrillon-Tournay exhibited two portraits, one being that of her mother; in 1903, that of M. Boyer and one of Mme. <b>BOWEN, LOTA.</b> Member of Society of Women Artists, London, the Tempera Society, and the "91" Art Club. Born at Armley, Yorkshire. Studied in Ludovici's studio, London; later in Rome under Santoro, and in the night classes of the Circolo Artistico.
Maraton's eyes lit up with mirth. "Excellent!" he observed. "I have had one framed." "He is standing," Lord Armley continued, turning to Mr. Foley, "on the topmost of three tubs, his hair flying in the wind, his mouth open to about twice its normal size, with fire and smoke coming out of it. And below, a multitude! It is a splendid caricature. They tell me, Mr.
In his zeal he had even gone so far as to play the role of an accomplice of Peace, and by this means discovered a place in Petticoat Lane where the burglar got rid of some of his booty. After Peace's condemnation Mr. Brion visited him in Armley Jail. His purpose in doing so was to wring from his co-inventor an admission that the inventions which they had patented together were his work alone.
Grant me this, at least; that it is possible to reach the end at which you are striving, by milder means?" "It may be," Maraton admitted. "I am not sure. Milder means have been tried for a good many generations. I tell you frankly that I do not believe it is possible by legislation to redistribute the wealth of the world." Lord Armley, from his seat amongst the shadows, smiled sarcastically.
And now he had arrived in Armley Jail to exercise his happy dispatch on the greatest of the many criminals who passed through his hands, one who, in his own words, "met death with greater firmness" than any man on whom he had officiated during seven years of Crown employment. The day of February the 25th broke bitterly cold.
But why should I? If I know that my cause is just, if I know that it is for the good of the world, isn't it my duty to conceal as much as I find it wise to conceal, to keep my hand to the plough, even though I drive it through the fields of devastation?" "Then your mission is not an honest one," Lord Armley declared suddenly. "It is dishonest that good things may come of it."
Maraton, that it is your intention to kindle the fires in England, too." Maraton was suddenly grave. "Lord Armley," he said, "all the world speaks of me as an apostle of destruction and death. It is because they see a very little distance. In my own thoughts, if ever I do think of myself, it is as a builder, not as a destroyer, that I picture myself.
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