It 's at the sixty-second chapter now , and the wedding ai n't any nearer than when it begun , far 's I can see . When little Joe comes I have to read him pirate yarns . Ai n't it strange how innocent little creatures like children like the blood-thirstiest stories ? '' `` 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 XXXXX was born a Grit .
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