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Trent shook his head in mute refusal. "I can't," he said at last. "Elisabeth must be forgiven. The best woman in the world may lose all sense of right and wrong when it's a question of her child. But, even so, I can't consent to the making public of that letter." He rose and paced the room restlessly. "Man! Man!" he cried at last, coming to a halt in front of Herrick.
Women who are at all romantic, have such exaggerated ideas as to what love really is. Like the leper of old, they ask for some great thing to work the wonderful miracle upon their lives; and so they miss the simple way which would lead them to happiness." Elisabeth felt troubled and perplexed.
"Pledge your word," Maraton proceeded deliberately, "pledge me your word that next Session you will nationalise the railways on the basis of three per cent for capital, a minimum wage of two pounds ten, a maximum salary of eight hundred pounds, contracts to be pro rata if profits are not earned. Pledge me that, and the railway strike is over." "It's Socialism," Elisabeth gasped.
"I say, you are a duffer to suppose that clever men like schoolmasters bother their heads about such rot as the colour of a woman's hair." "Of course, I know they wouldn't about a woman's," Elisabeth hastened to justify herself; "but I thought perhaps they might about a goddess's." "It is the same thing.
"I seem to have had no time for games. I like walking, walking in the country or even walking in the cities and watching the people. Only the London streets are so sad. Then I am fond of reading. I'm afraid I should be rather a strange figure if I were to be suddenly projected into your world, Lady Elisabeth." "But I like to feel that you are in my world," she said gently.
Julia's lips were tightly compressed. She made no reply. Mr. Foley glanced back at her curiously as they stepped into the car. "What a singularly forbidding young woman!" he remarked. Elisabeth shrugged her shoulders. It is given to women to understand much! . . . The car glided off.
"Elisabeth," said I, turning to her swiftly, "I will agree to nothing which will send me away from you again. Listen, then " I raised a hand as she would have spoken. "Go home with your Aunt Betty as soon as you can. Tell your father that to-night at six I shall be there. Be ready!" "What do you mean?" she panted. I saw her throat flutter. "I mean that we must be married to-night before I go.
Herbert, so full of pity for Christopher that she was willing to give him anything short of her firstborn. She was really a kind-hearted woman. Elisabeth looked out of the window at the group of stunted shrubs with black-edged leaves which entitled Felicia's home to be called Wood Glen.
Alan went on: "Because I possess this patent of nobility, I am going to presume upon my privileges and ask you to help me in my life-work; and my life-work, as you know, is to ameliorate the condition of the poor, and to carry to some extent the burdens which they are bound to bear." Elisabeth looked up at him, her face full of interest; no appeal to her pity was ever made in vain.
I leave the Press to you, Mr. Foley. I shall go on to the mines." "And I?" Lady Elisabeth asked. "What is my share? Is there nothing I can do?" Their eyes met for one long moment. "When I return," he said quietly, "I will tell you." From town to town, travelling for the most part on the platform of an engine, Maraton sped on his splendid mission.
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