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"Is that ironical?" asked Vancouver.
"Why, goodness gracious no! Of course not! I am John Harrington's very
best friend. I only mean to say."
"What, Aunt Zoe ?" inquired Joe, not yet altogether accustomed to the
peculiar implications of her aunt's language.
"Why, what I said, of course; it sounds very fine."
"Then you do not believe it all?" asked Vancouver.
"I don't understand politics," said the old lady. "You might ring the
bell, Joe, and ask Sarah for some tea."
"Nobody understands politics," said Vancouver. "When people do, there will
be an end of them. Politics consist in one half of the world trying to
drive paradoxes down the throats of the other half."
Joe laughed a little.
"I do not know anything about politics here," she said, "though I do at
home, of course. I must say, though, Mr. Harrington did not seem so very
paradoxical."
"Oh no," answered Vancouver, blandly, "I did not mean in this case.
Harrington is very much in earnest. But it is like war, you see.


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