So, my dear, my dear, I
fear you yourself have not played out the game--you have not
fulfilled its issue! The stakes are not yet given over! I can not
say as to the right man, but I can say with all my heart that he
who wins such prize is fortunate indeed, and should cherish it for
ever. See, I am not after all devoid of wit or courage, my dear
young girl! Because, I know, though you do not tell me, that there
is some game at which you play, yourself, and that you will not
stop that game to participate in my smaller enterprise of visiting
Kossuth and the lands of Europe! I accept defeat myself, once
more, in a game where a woman is at stake. Again, I lose!"
There was more truth than she knew in his words, for what was in
his mind and in the minds of others there in Washington, regarding
her, were matters not then within her knowledge. But she was
guided once more, as many a woman has been, by her unerring
instinct, her sixth sense of womanhood, her scent for things of
danger.
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