"
Josephine St. Auban did not lack decision upon her own part.
Something told her that no danger this time lurked for her.
"Pardon me for just one moment then, Sir," she answered. A few
moments later she returned, better prepared for the occasion with
just a touch to her toilet; and with a paper or two which with some
instinct she hastily snatched up from her desk. These latter she
hurriedly crowded into her little reticule. They took the carriage
and soon were passing through the streets toward the most public
portion of the city of Washington.
They entered wide grounds, and drew up before a stately building
which lay well back from the street. Entering, they passed through
a narrow hall, thence into a greater room, fitted with wide panels
decorated with many portraits of men great in the history of this
country. There was a long table in this room, and about it--some
of them not wholly visible in the rather dim light--there were
several gentlemen. As her tall escort entered with a word of
announcement, all of these rose, grave and silent, and courteously
bowed to her.
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