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"The rest" were Frank Leven, Edward Watton, Bayle, the Foreign Office private secretary who had been staying at Malford House at the time of Tressady's election, and Bennett, the "small, dark man" whom George had pointed out to Letty in the House as a Labour member, and one of the Maxwells' particular friends.
What man would not have endured such discomforts a thousand times for such a look? He stooped to her. "We are to talk that out, then, when I come back? Please give these letters to Saunders there is nothing of importance. I will go first to Tressady's house." Maxwell drove away through the sultry streets, his mind running on his task.
The circumstances of Tressady's long absence concern his later story, and were on this wise. His father, Sir William, the owner of Ferth Place, in West Mercia, died in the year that George, his only surviving child and the son of his old age, left college.
Letty believed that, in her inmost heart, the broken woman was offended each time that it was not George who came. Moreover, though she never said a word of it to Tressady's wife, she was known to be passionately on the side of the strikers, and her manner gave the impression that she did not want to be talking with their oppressors.
An I don't want no shops, thank yer!" She rambled on a little longer, then, at a sign from the lady-secretary, made a grinning curtsy to the audience and departed. "What do they get out of that?" said Watton, in Tressady's ear "Poor galley-slave in praise of servitude!" "Her slavery keeps her alive, please." "Yes and drags down the standard of a whole class!" "You'll admit she seemed content?"
Her adoption of and by the family of Tressady was to her, at least complete. In January Uncle George Tressady's estate was finally distributed, and this meant great financial ease at Rising Water.
Tressady, it appeared, disliked him. Well, people that disliked you were fair game. However, in spite of Tressady's dislike, he had been able to amuse himself a good deal with Letty and Letty's furnishing during the last few months.
"With all my heart!" "Why then 'tis time we got it safe on board." "But how to do it what of Tressady's rogues, Adam?" "Having buried such of themselves as needed it, Martin, you shall see 'em playing leap-frog on the sands down yonder happy as any innocent school-lads, and never a firearm amongst 'em."
The poll for the Market Malford Division of West Mercia had been declared that afternoon, between two and three o'clock, after a hotly contested election; he, as the successful candidate by a very narrow majority, had since addressed a shouting mob from the balcony of the Greyhound Hotel, had suffered the usual taking out of horses and triumphal dragging through the town, and was now returning with his supporter and party-leader, Lord Fontenoy, to the great Tory mansion which had sent them forth in the morning, and had been Tressady's headquarters during the greater part of the fight.
She was in black, and her head was covered with a little black lace bonnet, in the strings of which, at her throat, shone a small diamond brooch. The delicate whiteness of her face and hands, and this sparkle of light on her breast, that moved as she moved, struck a thrill of pleasure through Tressady's senses. The squalid monotony and physical defect of the crowd about him passed from his mind.
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