It's the way he looks at you and moves
his crooked mouth and the way he bends his big flat head forward."
"Rubbish--he's a loyal Southerner--and if we have to fight he'll be with
us."
"Yes--he--_will_!"
"Of course, he will. He's careful now. He's in old Buck's cabinet. Wait
and see. He called on Mr. Davis last night."
"That's nothing--so did old Seward--"
"Different--Seward's a Black Republican from New York--Holt's a Southern
Democrat from Mississippi."
"And who's the young knight by his side with the dear little mustache to
which he seems so attached?"
Jennie looked in silence for a moment.
"I never saw him before. He's handsome, isn't he?"
"Looks to me like a young black snake just shed his skin waiting for
that old adder to show him how to strike."
"Dick--"
"God save the Queen! They're coming here--they're coming for you--"
The Secretary of War had nodded in recognition of Jennie, risen
suddenly, and moved toward the gallery exit with his slender companion.
"Nonsense, Dick--he only bowed because he saw me staring--"
"He's bringing that mustache to meet you--"
The boy turned with a scowl toward the door of their gallery and saw the
Secretary of War slowly making his way through the crowd to their seats.
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