No, if politics touched the business, it was Ireton's doing.

Ireton feared his influence with Cromwell.

But that sober man of God was no bravo.

He confessed himself at a loss.
Mr.Lovel had reached this point in his meditations when the coach suddenly stopped.

The door opened, and as he peered into the semicircle of wavering lamp light he observed a tall young lady in a riding coat white with snowflakes.