His deep-lined face white as a handkerchief, wizened Philip Snowden, Chancellor of the Exchequer, hoisted himself to his feet and. leaning heavily on his two canes, advanced to the great table in the centre of the House of Commons.
"I am about to discharge." said he slowly, "one of the most disagreeable tasks that has ever fallen to my lot."
The House, the packed galleries listened breathlessly. Everyone knew the gist of what he had to say. To save his country, the little Chancellor was about to saddle Britain,...
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