Abraham Lincoln by John Drinkwater
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_Susan_: Mrs. Goliath Blow. _She goes_. _Mrs. Blow_: Good-afternoon, Mrs. Lincoln. _Mrs. Lincoln_: Good-afternoon, Mrs. Blow. Sit down, please. _They sit_. _Mrs. Blow_: And is the dear President well? _Mrs. Lincoln_: Yes. He's rather tired. _Mrs. Blow_: Of course, to be sure. This dreadful war. But I hope he's not getting tired of the war. _Mrs. Lincoln_: It's a constant anxiety for him. He feels his responsibility very deeply. _Mrs. Blow_: To be sure. But you mustn't let him get war-weary. These monsters in the South have got to be stamped out. _Mrs. Lincoln_: I don't think you need be afraid of the President's firmness. _Mrs. Blow_: Oh, of course not. I was only saying to Goliath yesterday, "The President will never give way till he has the South squealing," and Goliath agreed. |
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