Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Section 3Her own words sounded crude and unconvincing. " I am not one of the flamboyant orators of the Socialist party, Lady Elisabeth," he said, " nor am I one of those who are able to see much joy or very much hopefulness in life under present conditions. For every word I have spoken and every line I have written, I accept the full and complete responsibility." " Those men who were murdered in Chicago, murdered at your instigation because they tried to break the strike — what of them?" He looked at her as one might have looked at a child. " Their lives were a necessary sacrifice in a good cause," he declared. " Does one think now of the sea of blood through which France once purged herself? Believe me, young lady, there is nothing in the world more to be avoided than this sentimental and exaggerated reverence for life. It is born of a false ideal, artistically and actually. Life is a sacrifice to be offered in a just cause when necessary. ... I imagine that this is your uncle." Mr. Folcy was standing upon the threshold of the room, his hand outstretched, his thin, long face full of conviction. " My niece has succeeded in discovering you, then, Mr. Maraton," he said. " I am glad." Maraton smiled as he shook hands. " I have certainly had the pleasure of making your niece's acquaintance," he admitted. " We have had quite an interesting discussion." Elisabeth turned away without looking towards him. " I will leave Mr. Maraton to you, uncle," she said. " He will tell you that I have been very candid indeed. We were coming face to face with Mr. Culvain, so I brought him in here." She did not glance again in Maraton's direction, nor did she offer him any form of farewell salutation. Mr. Foley frowned slightly as he glanced after her. Maraton, too, watched her leave the room. She paused fo...