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For example, Britain has produced Ramsey MacDonald, who writes books and makes speeches with a rare grace; John Burns, who quotes Shakespeare or recites history with wonderful fluency; Keir Hardie, a miner from the ranks, who was possessed of a charming poetic fancy; Philip Snowden, who displays the spiritual qualities of a seer; and John Henderson, who combines philosophical power with skill in dialectics.
Philip Snowden, might be wrong in their hurried jottings down of the results of a cursory survey of so intricate a system.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you had your nose stuck in the paste pot when I turned on the steam," murmured Teddy. This served only to increase the anger of the man on the ground. "You did it on purpose; you know you did!" roared Mr. Snowden. "Come down, I tell you." "You come up. It's fine up here!" The manager, now angered past all control, uttered a growl.
So when her grandmother came tiptoeing into Milly's room to see why she did not come down for her supper, Milly merely said she was too tired to eat. "What's happened?" "That nasty Snowden man," Milly spluttered, "tried to kiss me and I had to to fight him.... Don't tell father!" The little old lady was very much disturbed, but she did not tell her son.
Then he once more began racing up and down the car, roaring at his men, threatening and expressing his opinion of them in the way with which Phil already had become familiar. Teddy lay curled up, with one foot protruding from beneath the covers. Whether or not he had done this purposely, it was difficult to decide. Be that as it may, Mr. Snowden caught sight of the pink foot.
I saw right away that he had made up his mind to treat us badly. What time do we pull out tonight?" "Twelve o'clock, I think. And speaking of that, it is time to turn in." The three entered the car. Mr. Snowden already had turned in, his end of the car being dark and silent. Most of the billposters also had climbed to their berths near the roof of the car, and some of them were snoring heavily.
Phil sprang from the pile of papers on which he had been sleeping, landing lightly on the floor in his bare feet. "Good morning, Mr. Snowden. I hope you had a good night's sleep," greeted the Circus Boy. Snowden glared at the lad, as if trying to make up his mind whether or not Phil was making sport of him. But there was only pleasantness in the face of Phil Forrest. "Huh!" grunted the manager.
"General and Mrs. Snowden," announced the servant, and a sudden pause ensued as everyone looked up to greet the newcomers. A feeble, white-haired old man entered, leaning on the arm of an indescribably beautiful woman. Not thirty yet, tall and nobly molded, with straight black brows over magnificent eyes; rippling dark hair gathered up in a great knot, and ornamented with a single band of gold.
He who most believes in progress needs most to resist its temptations. James H. Snowden: Is the World Growing Better? pp. 41-42. Francis Turner Palgrave: Faith and Light in the Latter Days. George Hakewill: An Apologie of the Power and Providence of God in the Government of the World, or An Examination and Censure of the Common Errour Touching Natures Perpetuall and Universall Decay.
Snowden," Milly continued, ignoring the woman's hostility, "I came for my father.... How are you and Mrs. Snowden?" "Your father's gone," the bookkeeper snapped with an unpleasant smile. She eyed Milly's fashionable attire unsympathetically. It was the second time that afternoon that Milly was made to feel apologetic for her good clothes. "Oh," she said hesitantly.
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