—they are misgoverned. Do not forget the people, who faced death—death that
you might live.”
“I know nothing—” began Graham.
“I cannot tell you now.”
Lincoln’s face appeared close to them. He bowed an apology to the girl.
“You find the new world amusing, Sire?” asked Lincoln, with smiling
deference, and indicating the space and splendour of the gathering by one comprehensive gesture. “At any rate, you find it changed.”
“Yes,” said Graham, “changed. And yet, after all, not so greatly changed.”
“Wait till you are in the air,” said Lincoln. “The wind has fallen; even now an
aeroplane awaits you.”
The girl’s attitude awaited dismissal.
Graham glanced at her face, was on the verge of a question, found a warning
in her expression, bowed to her and turned to accompany Lincoln.
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