For seven years longer these thousands of pallid, heart-weary men and women were to suffer, with no one to champion their cause.

He saw again that sea of eager faces in the market-place, lit with a sudden gleam of hope as they listened to the bold words of the man who was promising them life and hope and better things.

Surely if this was a betrayal it was an evil deed, not passively to be borne.
Mr.Bullsom had refreshed himself with whisky-and-water, and decided that pessimism was not a healthy state of mind.
"I tell you what it is, Brooks," he said, more cheerfully.

"We mustn't be too previous in judging the fellow.

Let's write him civilly, and if nothing comes of it in a week or two, we will run up to London, you and me, eh?
and just haul him over the coals." "You are right, Mr.Bullsom," Brooks said.