`` Like my lad Davy at home , '' said Anne . `` He wants tales that reek with gore . '' Captain Jim 's tea proved to be nectar . He was pleased as a child with Anne 's compliments , but he affected a fine indifference . `` The secret is I do n't skimp the cream , '' he remarked airily . Captain Jim had never heard of Oliver Wendell Holmes , but he evidently agreed with that writer 's dictum that `` big heart never liked little cream pot . '' `` We met an odd-looking personage coming out of your lane , '' said Gilbert as they sipped . `` Who was he ? '' Captain Jim grinned . `` That 's Marshall Elliott -- a mighty fine man with jest one streak of foolishness in him . I s ` pose you wondered what his object was in turning himself into a sort of dime museum freak . '' `` Is he a modern Nazarite or a Hebrew prophet left over from olden times ? '' asked Anne . `` Neither of them . It 's politics that 's at the bottom of his freak . All those Elliotts and Crawfords and MacAllisters are dyed-in-the-wool politicians . They 're born Grit or Tory , as the case may be , and they live Grit or Tory , and they die Grit or Tory ; and what they 're going to do in heaven , where there 's probably no politics , is more than I can fathom . This Marshall Elliott was born a Grit . I 'm a Grit myself in moderation , but there 's no moderation about Marshall . Fifteen years ago there was a specially bitter general election .
XXXXX fought for his party tooth and nail .
Anne Davy Elliott Elliotts Gilbert Jim MacAllisters Marshall Nazarite Tory