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During the first few days of the campaign they had been constant companions. "At least," he declared, as he looked into Maraton's face, "whatever the world may think of the justice of their cause, no one will ever any longer deny the might of the people." "None but fools ever did deny it," Maraton answered. "How are they in the north?" Ernshaw asked. "United and confident," Maraton assured him.
It's only the outside walls of the house that are charred. The fire was put out almost at once. And I've seen Ernshaw." Maraton's eyes were lit with pleasure. "You're a fine fellow, Aaron," he commended. "I've got my bicycle, too," Aaron continued. "I can get half over London, if necessary, while you stay here." "Tell me about Ernshaw?" Maraton begged quickly.
We shall have it for a year or two, and that year or two will mean a good many millions to us." Maraton's eyes began to twinkle. "The matter," he remarked, "becomes clearer to me. You are either the most ingenuous person I ever met, or the most subtle. Tell me, is it a personal bribe you have brought?" "It is not," Mr. Beldeman replied.
Elisabeth turned away without looking towards him. "I will leave Mr. Maraton to you, uncle," she said. "He will tell you that I have been very candid indeed. We were coming face to face with Mr. Culvain, so I brought him in here." She did not glance again in Maraton's direction, nor did she offer him any form of farewell salutation. Mr. Foley frowned slightly as he glanced after her.
I would see that he paid his respects to all the charming ladies who were ready to welcome him." Mr. Foley laughed softly. "What a marvellous mixture you would make, you two!" he observed. "Your prose and Maraton's eloquence, your philosophy and his tenacity. So you won't come? Well, I am disappointed." "We go to see a friend of mine," Selingman announced.
"It is no business of yours, but if it will help to get rid of you " "Left Weinberg's," he repeated. "Got another job, eh?" "I am Mr. Maraton's assistant secretary," she announced. His face for a moment was almost distorted with anger. "You're living here under this roof?" he demanded. "It is no concern of yours where or how I am living," she answered. "That's a lie!"
"We have been telephoning all the evening. We heard half an hour ago." Maraton nodded. "In by seven hundred. Not bad, I suppose, considering that I must have been rather a hard nut to crack. Has Peter Dale been here?" Aaron shook his head. "He hasn't been near the place." Maraton's face hardened. "You know that they sprang a Labour candidate upon me at the last moment?
Maraton's face remained impassive. The girl, however, stood suddenly erect. There was a vivid spot of colour in her cheeks. "You had better keep to the truth, Richard Graveling!" she cried fearlessly. "I have never promised to marry you, or if I have, it was under certain conditions. You had no right to follow me here." The young man opened his lips and closed them again.
On the whole, he had done well. He had increased the majority of four hundred to a majority of seven hundred. And this, too, in the face of unexpected difficulties. At the last minute a surprise had been sprung upon the constituency. A Labour candidate had entered the field. Maraton's telegram to Peter Dale had produced no reply.
Aaron seemed to have forgotten his timidity. He crossed the room and stood before Maraton's desk. His face seemed to have caught some of the freshness of the early morning. He was no longer the sallow, pinched starveling. He was like a young prophet whose eyes are burning with enthusiasm. "You have come to help us," he asserted. "You are Maraton!" "I have come to help you," Maraton replied.
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