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He did not go home that late afternoon and in the early evening strolled about the streets, once meeting Choate and passing on Weedie's agonised forecast. Alston was mildly interested. He thought she couldn't have done anything effective. Her line seemed to be the wildly dramatic. Stage tricks wouldn't tip the scales, when it came to balloting.
"If only you and Weedon would talk it over," she ventured, "and combine your forces. You're both so clever, Jeff." "Combine with Weedie? Not on your life. Why, I'm Weedie's antidote. He preaches riot and sedition, and I'm the dose taken as soon as you can get it down."
"Weedie's own henchman won't go back on her," he exclaimed, in an incredulous pleasure. "Now what spell has that extraordinary old woman over the south of Europe?" "South of Europe?" "Why, yes, the population you've got here. It's south of Europe chiefly, isn't it? eastern Europe? the part Weedie hasn't turned into ward politicians yet. Who is Andrea?
"If you go too far I shall interfere. So you can go as far as you like." "I do rather want to know what Weedie's at," said Jeff. "But I sha'n't kick him. He doesn't deserve it at one time any more than another, though he has different degrees of making himself offensive." She was ingenuously disappointed. She even reproached him: "You said you were going to do it."
She went on speaking and they crashed in on her pauses with more plaudits, and presently she laid her hand on Jeffrey's shoulder and said to him: "Come up here beside me." He shook his head. He was highly entertained, but the mysterious game was hers and Weedie's. She gave an order, it seemed, in a foreign tongue, and the thing was managed.
Is Weedie compassionate?" "Oh, Weedie's working Amabel and telling the mill hands they're great fellows and very much abused and ought to own the earth. Weedie wants their votes." "Then Weedie is up for office? Amabel told me so, but I didn't think Addington'd stand for it. Time was when, if a man like Weedie had put up his head, nobody'd have taken the trouble to bash it. We should have laughed."
She rolled the r surprisingly. "Do you suppose he comes out here to corrupt those poor devils without making them pay for being corrupted? Jeffrey, take off your coat." "What for?" He had resigned himself to his position. It was a fit part of the whole eccentric pastime, and after all it was only Weedie's car. "I shall take cold. I got very warm speaking. My voice "
Again Jeffrey gave her a light touch of affectionate intimacy. "What is it?" said he. "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to let Weedon Moore talk to people who are more ignorant than the rest of us, and tell them things they ought to know. About the country, about everything." "You don't want me to spoil Weedie's game." "It isn't a game, Jeff.
And how other fellows will have to take theirs, these fellows Weedie's gulling and Addington, because it's a fool wrapped up in its own conceit and stroking the lion's cub till it's grown big enough to eat us." He got up and Lydia called to him: "What is the lion's cub?" "Why, it's the people. And Weedon Moore is showing it how hungry it is by chucking the raw meat at it and the saucers of blood.
"Moore?" he repeated. "He has asked me Jeff, I am a woman of sixty and over he has asked me to marry him." "Wait a minute," said Jeff. "I've forgotten something." He wheeled away from her and ran out and down the path after Weedie Moore. Weedie's legs, being short, had not covered ground very fast. Jeff had no trouble in overtaking him.
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