They've won the election. They can have it. The South will go and build
a government of her own--as we built this one--"
"And fight twenty-three million people of the North?"
"If forced to--yes!"
"With the certainty of an uprising of your slaves at home?"
Jennie laughed.
"Our slaves would fight for us if we'd let them--"
A curious smile twitched the lips of the Italian.
"You speak with great confidence, Miss Barton!"
"Yes. I know what I'm talking about."
The keen eyes watched her from the shadows of the straight thick brows.
"And your Senators who took a solemn oath in entering this Chamber to
support the Constitution will leave their seats in violation of that
oath?"
The Southern girl flushed, turned with quick purpose to answer, laughed
and said with winning frankness:
"You don't mind if I give you my father's answer in his own words? I
know them by heart--"
"By all means."
"An oath to support the Constitution of the United States does _not_
bind the man who takes it to support an administration elected by a mob
whose purpose is to subvert the Constitution!"
"Oh,--I see," was the quiet response.
"You speak English with perfection, Signor!" Jennie said with a smile.
"Yes, Mad'moiselle, I've spent my life in the Diplomatic service.
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