Whately that she was the one of all the world for her son.
"I do believe," she thought, "that if I can only make Louise think
it will be best for us all as well as Madison, she will yield. The
spirit of self-sacrifice seems her supreme impulse. Her sadness will
pass away in time, and she would soon learn to love the father of
her children. What's more, there is something about her now which
would hold any man's love. See how her lightest wish controls those
who work for her, even that harum-scarum Zany."
In the late autumn a long-delayed letter threw Mrs. Whately into a
panic of fear and anxiety. A surgeon wrote that her son had been
severely wounded and had lost his left arm, but that he was doing
well.
Here the author laid down his pen. In Mr. Roe's journal, under date
of July 11, is an entry alluding to a conversation with a friend.
That conversation concerned the conclusion of this book, and was, in
effect, substantially the same as the outline given by him in a
letter, part of which is quoted as follows:
"It is not my purpose to dwell further on incidents connected with
the close of the war, as the book may be considered too long
already.
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