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Ormsby's Preface is most striking, uniting not only touching candor, but innocence absolutely refreshing. The duties of historian, which we just now called so weighty, rest lightly upon his conscious strength. The historian remarks, that "he is aware that his outlines are very imperfect, and in many things may be erroneous.
But when he faced about toward Elinor he found himself growing hotly jealous for her good faith; careful and fearful lest she should say or do something not strictly in accordance with the letter and spirit of her obligations as Ormsby's fiancée.
Ormsby's eyes darkened, and he did not affect to misunderstand. "It would be a grand-stand play," he said half-musingly, "if you should happen to worry it through, I mean. I believe Mrs. Hepzibah would be ready to fall on your neck and forgive you, and turn me down." Then, half-jestingly: "Kent, what will you take to drop this thing permanently and go away?" David Kent's smile showed his teeth.
Elinor was busy packing for the migration, but she left Penelope and the maid to cope with the problem of compressing two trunkfuls into one while she read the letter, and she was reading it a second time when Mr. Brookes Ormsby's card came up. "You go, Penelope," she begged. "There is so much to do." "Not I," said the younger sister, cavalierly; "he didn't come to see me."
"In regard to detestation of slavery, there is no difference between the people of the North and South." Oh, that is it, then? Vast is the difference between "human bondage" and "negro servitude!" Mr. Ormsby's argument is aimed against the Republicans. Accordingly, he assails the Abolitionists!
Another lover might have given up in despair, but Ormsby's strength lay in holding on in the face of all discouragements. "I believe, as much as I believe anything in this world, that you were mistaken in regard to your feeling for the other man," he went on calmly. "But I want you to be sure of that for yourself, and you can't be sure unless you are free to choose between us."
"'But that's where the 'lection ends. Followin' the subsidence of Red River Tom, the air is as full of lead as a bag of bullets. Through the smoke, an' the flashes, an' the noise, you can hear Ormsby whoopin' "'Thirteen for Old Monroe." "'You can gamble Ormsby's as squar' a 'lection jedge as any gent could ask.
I went in and stood in that open doorway for as much as five minutes, I think, and none of the four men sitting around the governor's writing-table saw me." He had his small audience well in hand by this time, and Ormsby's question was almost mechanical. "Who were the four?" "After the newspaper rapid-fire of this morning you might guess them all.
The inspector was a small, thin-featured, sandy-haired man, with a calm exterior and a deliberate manner. He entered Ormsby's private room unobtrusively, and closed the door after him with care. "Well, what news, Foxley?" "My men have shadowed everybody, but so far with no result. I thought it advisable to keep an eye on the young lady.
Ormsby's smile was heartening and good for sore nerves. "I like your pluck, Kent; I'll be hanged if I don't. And I'll back you to win, yet." Kent shook his head unhopefully. "Don't mistake me," he said. "I am fighting for the pure love of it, and not with any great hope of saving the stock-holders. These grafters have us by the nape of the neck.
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