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Strangers from the city might be received within the inner circle, or they might not, as some of the leaders practically decreed by their own action. Mr. Vosburgh did not care in the least for the circle or its constituents. He was a stern, quiet man; one of the strong executive hands of the government at a time when the vital questions of the day had come to the arbitrament of the sword.
Mammy Borden herself answered his impatient ring, and was about to shut the door on so disreputable a person as he now appeared to be, when he shouldered it open, turned, locked and chained it with haste. "What do you mean, sir? and who are you?" Marian demanded, running from the parlor on hearing the expostulations of her servant. "Have patience, Miss Vosburgh." "Oh, it is you, Mr. Merwyn.
From a lofty height he could see the little Vosburgh cottage, and, by the aid of a powerful glass, observed that the pony phaeton did not go out as usual, although the day was warm and beautiful after the storm. The mists of passion were passing from his mind, and in strong reaction from his violent excitement he sunk, at first, into deep depression.
We have been promised, all the spring, that Richmond would be taken, the war ended, and all go on serenely again; but it doesn't look like it." "What's the use of women distressing themselves with such things?" said Mrs. Vosburgh, irritably. "I can't bear to think of war and its horrors, except as they give spice to a story.
The curtains of the carriage had been closely drawn; but if the crowds through which they sometimes passed had guessed its occupants, they would have instantly met a tragic fate, while Merwyn's and the driver's chances would have been scarcely better. MR. VOSBURGH and his daughter had passed a very anxious day, the former going out but seldom.
Vosburgh is not at home, for I am too exhausted to wait for him. Can I not help myself?" and he rose and approached the range. "Not with my permission," she replied, with a smile, but he did not observe it. She stole shy glances at him as she prepared the coffee. Truly, as he sat, drooping in his chair, wet, ragged, and begrimed, he presented anything but the aspect of a hero.
He had philosophically and patiently accepted the fact, and was making the best of the relation as it existed. It was now decided that the family should return at once to their city home. Mr. Vosburgh had a few days of leisure to superintend the removal, and then his duties would become engrossing.
In her bitter mood she was impatient to have the interview over, so that she accomplished her purpose. Therefore she proposed, contrary to her custom with him, to employ the national tragedy, to which he was so indifferent, as one of her keenest weapons. "It is quite natural that you should feel so, Miss Vosburgh, in regard to such hopes as you have thus far entertained "
They both remained proteges of the Vosburghs, and received frequent tokens of good-will and friendly regard. While these were in the main disinterested, Mr. Vosburgh felt that in the possibilities of the future it might be to his advantage to have some men in the police force wholly devoted to his interests.
When topics relating to the war were broached, he not only talked as loyally as the others, but also proved himself well informed. Mrs. Vosburgh soon appeared and greeted him cordially, for the lady was ready enough to entertain the hopes which his presence again inspired.
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