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J. J. Bell The Red Book Magazine, Volume 15… (1910)

But Grantham knew what the orator did not know: he knew how real was the danger of war, were the measure under discussion to be defeated; he knew, also, that ere long his present opponents would come to see the wisdom of the measure they were seeking to kill, and that the people who were professedly sick of a government which had failed to fulfil expectations—like every government since governments began—would yet discover that their dearest interests had been safeguarded. And he prayed that he and his lieutenants might be given words to sway and to hold men's minds on this night of crisis.
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J. J. Bell The Red Book Magazine, Volume 15… (1910)

She stepped back a pace.
“Your son's life is in the balance,” she said passionately.
“Isobel!”
“Yet you say you must be in your place. Your place! Your place is here!”
“Isobel!”
“I say it is here, Philip. Surely, the Prime Minister is his own master at such a time. Send word that your son—your only child—is in danger. The Country will survive.”
Her hand avoided his.
“Isobel, duty is harder to-night than—”
“Duty! Your duty lies here. It is pride of power and ambition that calls you now.”
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J. J. Bell The Red Book Magazine, Volume 15… (1910)

If only Grantham lost his grip on the waverers! The thronged chamber was simmering with thrilling rumors and wild anticipations. Few members could recollect a crisis like this.
Grantham lay back in his seat, hands clasped negligently, eyes half-closed—his wonted attitude when listening. He looked as if he felt nothing. His nickname of “Cold Steel” still stuck. One of his younger lieutenants was speaking, and now and then Grantham nodded, almost imperceptibly, a chilly approval. Yet his heart was hot.
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