Maraton

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Portrait of E. Phillips Oppenheim E. Phillips Oppenheim,  A People's Man

“ See, the waiter looks at us sorrowfully. What of the omelette, I wonder? Come, Miss Julia, at my right hand there. Ah! was I not right? The roses are creeping already—creeping into their proper place. Sit back in your chair and eat slowly and drink the yellow wine, and listen to the humming of those bees. So soon you will become normal, a woman, just what you should be. Heavens! It is well that I came to see Maraton. When I saw you this morning in that room, I said to myself—'There is a human creature who half lives. What a sin to half live!' . . . Taste that salad, Maraton. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of E. Phillips Oppenheim E. Phillips Oppenheim,  A People's Man

“ He called a waiter and had a table drawn up to the palisaded edge of the roof. Then he slipped something into the man's hand, and there seemed to be no difficulty about serving them with anything they required.
"A salad, some sandwiches, a bottle of hock and plenty of strawberries. We shan't starve, at any rate," Maraton declared. "Lean back in your chairs, you children of the city, lean down and look at your mother. Look at her smoke-hung arms, stretched out as though to gather in the universe; and the lights upon her bosom—see how they come twinkling into existence."
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Source: Gutenberg

J. W. Duffield,  Bert Wilson, Marathon Winner

“ The only question with the boys here is not whether you will win—they’re dead sure of that—but whether you’ll hang up a new record.”
“There really isn’t any such thing as a record for the Marathon,” said Bert. “The conditions are so different in each race that no one can fairly be compared with another. If it were simply a matter of padding around on a flat track, you could get at the time easily.
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Source: Gutenberg

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