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Leroy Scott
Leroy Scott (1875–1929) was an American writer and novelist, best known for his works focusing on social issues and labor movements. His novel "The Walking Delegate" (1905) is considered one of the earliest depictions of labor union struggles in American fiction. Scott also wrote "The Shears of Destiny" and "The Walking Delegate," blending his experiences with vivid narratives on class and workers' rights. He was known for both his fiction and his contributions to early 20th-century discussions on labor and industry.
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CHAPTER I THE GREAT MRS. DE PEYSTER It was a raw, ill-humored afternoon, yet too late in the spring for the ministration of steam heat, so the unseasonable May chill was banished from Mrs. De Peyster's sitting-room by a wood fire that crackled in the grate; crackled most decorously, be it added, for Mrs. De Peyster's fire would no more have forgotten itself and shown a boisterous enthusiasm...
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CHAPTER I It was an uninspiring bit of street: narrow, paved with cobble; hot and noisy in summer, reeking with unwholesome mud during the drizzling and snow-slimed months of winter. It looked anything this May after noon except a starting-place for drama. But, then, the great dramas of life often avoid the splendid estates and trappings with which conventional romance would equip them, and have their...
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