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Thornton was in a chair close to him.
"Don't let a few little cranky notions about a platform scare you," he
mumbled in the Senator's ear. "You know Vard Waymouth as well as I do.
He's safe and all right. Give him his head. You don't want Spinney, do
you?"
"But that was devilish insulting," growled Pownal.
"Tipping backward a little, trying to stand straight, that's all. Blast
it, a Governor can't run the State. What are you afraid of? You've got a
lobby and a legislature, haven't you?"
If Waymouth noticed this _sotto voce_ conference he gave no sign.
"General," said Pownal, getting hold of himself manfully, even
desperately, "the resolution is not essential. I fear you misunderstand
what it really means, but we'll not discuss it now. I withdraw it."
The General bowed acknowledgment, and signed to Wasgatt to resume.
"'We believe in dividing the burden of taxation equitably and justly,
and will bend our efforts to that end.'"
"That is simply empty vaporing!" cried the General. "And it has been in
every platform for twenty years without meaning anything.
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