I agree."
She gently took his hand.
"I know that I can trust you now--" She paused and looked wistfully into
his face. "One last long look into your dear eyes--"
"Not the last--"
"One last kiss--"
She drew his lips down to hers.
"One last moment in your arms." She clung to him desperately and freed
herself with quick resolution.
"And now you must go--from Richmond--from the South and out of my life
forever--"
"You can't mean this!" he protested bitterly.
"I do," was the firm answer. "Good-by."
He pressed her hand and shook his head.
"I refuse to say it--"
"You must."
"No--"
"It is the end--"
"It is only the beginning."
With a look of tenderness he left her standing in the doorway, the
hunger of eternity in her brown eyes.
CHAPTER XXXIX
THE CONSPIRATORS
The raid of Dahlgren and Kilpatrick had sent a thrill of horror through
Richmond. The people had suddenly waked to the realization of what it
meant to hold fifteen thousand desperate prisoners in their city with a
handful of soldiers to guard them.
The discovery on the young leader's body of the remarkable papers of
instructions to burn the city and murder the Confederate President and
his Cabinet produced a sharp discussion between Jefferson Davis and his
councilors.
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