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We want subscriptions, we want the sympathy of the British public in this strike, and there's nothing would make them button up their pockets quicker than for Mr. Maraton there to go and talk about bringing ruin upon the Empire for the sake of the people who ain't born yet. That's what I call thinking in the clouds.
"How are you going to get it back, eh? Show us. We are powerful up here. We could paralyse trade from the Clyde to the Thames, if we thought it would do any good. What's your text to-night, Mr. Maraton?" "I haven't thought," Maraton replied. "I have plenty to say to the people though." "You gave 'em what for in Chicago," Preston remarked, with a grin.
"Somehow, I fancied that they would," Maraton remarked. "Tell me why?" Beldeman rose slowly to his feet. "Are you an Englishman?" he asked. "I can't deny it," Maraton replied. "I was born abroad. Why are you so interested in my nationality?" Beldeman shrugged his shoulders. "I cannot tell you. Just an idea. I do not wish to say too much.
Sometimes a generation must suffer that succeeding ones may be blest." "The question is," Mr. Foley said, holding up his wine-glass, "how far we are justified in experiments concerning which nothing absolute can be known, experiments of so disastrous a nature." A servant entered and made a communication to Mr. Foley, who turned at once to Maraton.
"The pages of history are littered with the bodies of strong men who have opened their lips to the poisoned spoon." Aaron Thurnbrein spat upon the floor. "There is but one Maraton," he cried fervently. "There has been but one since the world was shaped. He is come, and the first step towards our deliverance is at hand."
"They will try to deal with you as they did with Blake and others like him you Maraton! Oh, I wonder if England knows what it means, your coming! if she really feels the breaking dawn!" "Tell me about yourself?" Maraton asked, a little abruptly "your work? I know you only by name, remember your articles in the reviews and your evidence before the Woman Labour Commission.
"Influence, if possible," Mr. Foley answered. "Somehow or other, I have always detected in his writing a vein of common sense." "What the dickens is common sense!" Lord Armley growled. "Shall I say a sense of the fitness of things?" the Prime Minister replied, "a sense of proportion, perhaps? Notwithstanding his extraordinary speeches in America, I believe that to some extent Maraton possesses it.
"An illusion!" Selingman interrupted, with a sudden fierceness in his tone. "Once, Maraton, you looked at life sanely enough. Are you sure that to-day you have not put on the poisoned spectacles? Don't you know the end of these spasmodic reforms?
She found herself, however, continually returning to the subject of those vital differences; the Maraton as they had dreamed of him the prophet with the flaming sword, and this wonderfully civilised person. "Tell me honestly, Aaron," she asked presently, "what do you think of it all? of him of his methods? You are with him all the time. Haven't you ever any doubts?" She watched him closely.
I shan't change a thing." Mr. Beldeman entered the room, carrying his hat in his hand, unruffled by his long wait, to all appearance wearing the same clothes, the same smile, as on his visit to the hotel in Manchester. Maraton greeted him good-humouredly. "Well, Mr.
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