"It comes," said she, musing, "it comes! _Ca ira_!
There will be war! Ah, I must hasten."
She turned to other papers, of private nature, in her desk. In a
half hour more, she had gone over the last remittance reports of
the agents of her estates in Europe. She smiled, nodded, as she
tapped a pencil over the very handsome totals. In ten minutes
more, she was ready and awaiting the call of Carlisle and Kammerer
in her reception-room. In her mind was a plan already formulated.
At heart frank and impulsive, and now full of a definite zeal, she
did not long keep them waiting to learn her mind.
"Are you still for the cause of freedom, and can you keep a secret,
or aid in one?" she broke in suddenly, turning toward Carlisle.
Looking at him at first for a time, inscrutably, as though half in
amusement or in recollection, she now regarded him carefully for an
instant, apparently weighing his make-up, estimating his sincerity,
mentally investigating his character, looking at the flame of his
hair, the fanatic fire of his deep set eye.
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