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She came to him, at any rate, quickly, almost eagerly, and the smile about her lips as she took his hand was one of real and natural pleasure. "How good of you!" she murmured. "I scarcely hoped that you would come. You have been with Maxendorf?" He nodded. "Is it a confession?" he asked. "It was Mr. Foley's first question to me." "It is because we hate and distrust the man," she replied.
Revolutionary measures they would have been called, a thousand years ago. Every industry in the country will have its day. In the next ten years Capital will have earned many millions less, and those many millions will have gone to the labouring classes." "Is it you who speak," Maxendorf asked grimly, "or is this another man a sophist living in the shadow of Maraton's fame?
"So we are arrived," he said presently. "The Houses of Parliament, eh? I enter with you, Maraton. You find me a corner where I sleep while the others speak, and wake at the sound of your voice. Afterwards, late to-night, we shall go to Maxendorf." It happened to be a quiet evening in the House, and Maraton and Selingman dined together at a little before eight o'clock.
A great meeting, indeed." Mr. Foley's face was troubled. "Maxendorf only arrives to-night," he remarked presently. "What matter?" Selingman replied. "He is like me he is tireless, and though his body be weary, his brain is ever working." "What do they say on the Continent about his coming?" Mr. Foley enquired. "We thought that he was settled for life in Rome."
"It is to threaten me that you have come?" Maxendorf asked quietly. "Don't put it like that," Maraton replied. "These are just the words which you yourself cannot fail to understand. Neither you nor I hold life so dearly that the thought of losing it need make us quaver.
The fact is announced in all the morning papers." "He will be at the Ritz Hotel to-night," Selingman continued, unruffled. "When he arrives, I shall be there. We speak together for an hour and then I come for you." "I shall be glad to meet Maxendorf," Maraton agreed quietly. "He is a great man.
Though they must perish in their thousands, yet you meant to show them the naked truth, to show them of what they are being deprived, to show them the irresistible laws of justice, so that for very shame they must drop their tools and stand for their rights. Why didn't you do it?" "I have told you," Maraton answered. "Yes, you have told us," Maxendorf continued.
You will raise your eyes to heaven and pray that you may see some way of bringing help to them to them who live the help for which they crave. Haven't they a right to their lives? Who gives us a mandate to sweep them away for the sake of the unborn?" "You have become a sentimentalist, Maraton," Maxendorf declared grimly.
Maraton is a silent man, and he has a silent secretary with great eyes behind which lurk fancies and dreams the poor little thing has never been encouraged to speak of. A silent man Maraton. Rather like you, Max. Which of you will talk the more, I wonder? I shall be dumb." "It will be I who will talk," Maxendorf asserted.
When I heard that Maraton had come to England, I changed all my plans. I said to myself I will go to Maraton and I will show him how he may lead his people to the light. And then I heard other things." "Continue," Maraton said simply. Maxendorf rose to his feet. He came a little nearer to Maraton.
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