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"If anybody asks me my objection to a Tory Government, I'll put it for 'em," said Mr. Ransome, "in a nutshell." "Let's have it, Fulleymore," said Mr. Randall. And Mr. Ransome let him have it in a nutshell. "With a Tory Government you always, sooner or later, have a war. And who," said Mr. Ransome, "wants war?" Mr.
A narrow slip of a house, it stood a foot or two back between the wine merchant's and John Randall the draper's shop, and had the air of being squeezed out of existence by them. Yet the name of Fulleymore Ransome, in gold letters on a black ground, and with Pharmaceutical Chemist under it in a scroll, more than held its own beside John Randall.
She had thought the question of divorce had been settled once for all, five years ago, by his Uncle Randall. And John Randall in the meanwhile had justified his claim to be heard, and his right to settle things. He had canceled the debt that poor Fulleymore had owed him. To be sure, he could afford it. He was more prosperous and prominent than ever.
You would never have known, to see him sitting there, that John Randall Fulleymore Ransome was a leader in Section I of the London Polytechnic Gymnasium. So far, in his way, he testified, he bore his torch.
It was horrible for young Ransome to inhabit the same house with young Mercier, because of his flabbiness. In all cities there are many thousand Ransomes, more or less confined in mahogany cages, but John Randall Fulleymore stands for all of them.
It was in the early eighties, over a shabby chemist's shop in Wandsworth High Street, and it came of the union of Fulleymore Ransome, a little, middle-aged chemist, weedy, parched, furtively inebriate, and his wife Emma, the daughter of John Randall, a draper. They called him John Randall Fulleymore Ransome, and Ranny for short.
If she had been indifferent to her daughter Dorothy, she positively hated her son, Stanley Fulleymore. She intimated that he was a calamity, and an ugly one at that. One kid, she said, was bad enough; what did he expect that she should do with two? She did nothing; which was what he had expected. She trailed about the house, glooming; she sank supine under her burden and lay forever on the sofa.
Only I thought if he could have patched it up " "Ah, I dare say he knows more than we do. What I can't get over is the way he spoke about his poor father." "Well I wouldn't say it to Emma, but Fulleymore does drink. Like a fish he does." "But Randall was wild. He didn't quite know what he was saying. Poor chap! It's hit him harder than he thinks."
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