The _Sunday Post_ has an enormous sale in the manufacturing
towns; and he's talking of starting another. Are you strong enough to
fight him?"
She very much wanted to look at him, but she would not. It seemed to her
quite a time before he replied.
"Yes," he answered, "I'm strong enough to fight him. Shall rather enjoy
doing it. And it's time that somebody did. Whether I'm strong enough to
win has got to be seen."
She turned and looked at him then. She wondered why she had ever thought
him ugly.
"You can face it," she said: "the possibility of all your life's work
being wasted?"
"It won't be wasted," he answered. "The land is there. I've seen it
from afar and it's a good land, a land where no man shall go hungry. If
not I, another shall lead the people into it. I shall have prepared the
way."
She liked him for that touch of exaggeration. She was so tired of the
men who make out all things little, including themselves and their own
work. After all, was it exaggeration? Might he not have been chosen to
lead the people out of bondage to a land where there should be no more
fear.
Pages:
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193
194
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202