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"You think Christ spent His life so?" asked Mr Liversedge, in that very quiet tone in which he says his sharpest things, and which reminds me so often of Colonel Keith. Ambrose looked as if he did not know what to say; and before he had found out, Mr Liversedge went on, "Because, you see, He left me an example, that I should follow His steps." "Mr Liversedge, I thought you were orthodox."
Liversedge gave ear not without pride, but as soon as possible she drew Lilian apart into a quiet room, and did her best to soothe the feverishness which was constantly declaring itself. About three o'clock Mrs. Wade called. She had not expected to find Lilian here. There was a moment's embarrassment on both sides.
"What? Go on," said I, for I saw something funny was coming. "Why, would you believe it?" said Ephraim. "He called on Mr Bagnall, and asked him if he felt satisfied with the pattern he was setting his flock." "I am very glad he did!" said I. "What did Mr Bagnall say?" "Got into an awful rage, and told it to all the neighbourhood as bearing against Mr Liversedge, you understand."
"When the Angel Gabriel is sent to tell me, Mr Catterall, I shall be most happy to let you know. Until then, you must excuse my deciding a question on which I am entirely ignorant." Ambrose looked rather blank. "Well, then, Mr Liversedge, as to free-will. Do you think that every man can be saved, if he likes, or not?"
Hammond, the editor, subsequently penned that significant paragraph which next morning attracted all eyes. On returning to supper, Mr. Liversedge found his wife and Denzil in conversation with Eustace Glazzard. With the latter he had a bare acquaintance; from Denzil's report, he was disposed to think of him as a rather effeminate old-young man of metropolitan type.
"It doesn't astonish you?" said Quarrier, with a broad grin. "Not overpoweringly." "Then let us regard the thing as settled. Mr. Liversedge has no stomach for the fight, and makes room for me. In a week's time I shall be a man of distinction." In the midst of his self-banter he found Glazzard's gaze turned upon him with steady concentration. Their eyes met, and Denzil's expression became graver.
Sometimes he went over with Mr. Cartwright to his mill at Liversedge and obtained many a useful hint there as to the management of his business. Only in the matter of having some of his hands to sleep at the mill Ned declined to act on the advice of his new friend. "No," he said; "I am determined that I will have no lives risked in the defense of our property.
He had proved to himself that he could speak, and henceforth the platform was his own. Now let the dissolution of Parliament come with all convenient speed; he longed to begin the political conflict. Committee-men crowded about him, offering hands, and brimming with facetious eulogy. "You were on very thin ice now and then," said Mr. Liversedge. "You made me shake in my shoes.
If you care to sit down, I have an idea I should like to put before you." The visitor seated himself and crossed his legs. His countenance gave small promise of attention. "You know," resumed Mr. Stark, leaning forward and twiddling his thumbs, "that they're hoping to get rid of Welwyn-Baker at the next election?" "What of that?" "Toby Liversedge talks of coming forward but that won't do."
"If it is true," he thundered, "that Tobias Liversedge has already surrendered his place to this young man, I want to know why these things have been done in a corner? If you ask my opinion, it looks uncommonly like a conspiracy. The Radical electors of Polterham are not going to be made the slaves of a secret caucus! The choice may be a very suitable one. I don't say"
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