Denzil Quarrier by George Gissing
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mill-hands don't support high Tory doctrine. It'll be interesting to
see how they muster. If Liversedge knows how to go to work"--he broke into laughter. "Suppose, when the time comes, I go down and harangue the mob in his favour?" Lilian smiled and shook her head. "I'm afraid you would be calling them 'the mob' to their faces." "Well, why not? I dare say I should do more that way than by talking fudge about the glorious and enlightened people. 'Look here, you blockheads!' I should shout, 'can't you see on which side your interests lie? Are you going to let England be thrown into war and taxes just to please a theatrical Jew and the howling riff-raff of London?' I tell you what, Lily, it seems to me I could make a rattling good speech if I gave my mind to it. Don't you think so?" "There's nothing you couldn't do," she answered, with soft fervour, fixing her eyes upon him. "And yet I do nothing--isn't that what you would like to add?" "Oh, but your book is getting on!" "Yes, yes; so it is. A capital book it'll be, too; a breezy book-- smelling of the sea-foam! But, after all, that's only pen-work. I have a notion that I was meant for active life, after all. If I had remained in the Navy, I should have been high up by now. I should have been hoping for war, I dare say. What possibilities there are in every man!" |
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