The Secret of the League: The Story of a Social WarBramah, Ernest
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The Secret of the League: The Story of a Social War
Bramah, Ernest
Dystopias -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Politics and government -- Fiction; Social classes -- Fiction
He picked up a pen as he finished speaking, signed the paper that had
been passed to him first by reason of his position at the table, and
thrust it vehemently from him to his neighbour. Mr Chadwing held up his
pen to the light to make sure that it contained no obstruction on so
important an occasion, signed his name with clerkly precision, and then
carefully wiped his pen on the lining of his coat. Cecil Brown looked
down with the faint smile that covered his saddest moments as he added
the slender strokes of his signature, and Tirrel dashed off the
ink-laden characters of his with tightened lips and a sombre frown.
Consciously or unconsciously every man betrayed some touch of character
in that act. Mr Vossit made a wry grimace as he passed the paper on; and
Mr Guppling, with an eye on a possible line in Fame's calendar, snapped
his traitorous pen in two and cast the pieces dramatically to the
ground.
When the last signature had been written, some of the members stood up
to take their leave at once, but Hampden and Tirrel made a simultaneous
motion to detain them. The master of the house gave way to his guest.
"I am not up to cry over spilled milk," said Tirrel with his customary
bluntness. "What is done, is done. We shall carry out the terms, Sir
John Hampden, and you and your party will be in office in a week. But
you are not merely taking over the administration of a constitution: you
are taking over a defeated country. I ask you, as the head of your party
and the future Premier, to do one thing, and I ask it entirely on my own
initiative, and without the suggestion or even the knowledge of my
friends or colleagues. Let your first act be to publish a general
amnesty. It does not touch me.... But there have been things on both
sides. You may perhaps know my views; I would have crushed your League
by strong means when it was possible if I had had my way. None the less,
there is not the most shadowy charge that could hang over me to-day, and
for that reason it is permissible for me to put in this petition. The
nation is shattered, torn, helpless. Do not look too closely into the
past ... pacify."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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