Democracy, an American novel by Henry Adams
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"I hardly know yet. Just now we are in dead water; but this can't last long. In fact, I am not afraid to tell you, though of course you will not repeat it to any human being, that we have taken measures to force an issue. Certain gentlemen, myself among the rest, have written letters meant for the President's eye, though not addressed directly to him, and intended to draw out an expression of some sort that will show us what to expect." "Oh!" laughed Madeleine, "I knew about that a week ago." "About what?" "About your letter to Sam Grimes, of North Bend." "What have you heard about my letter to Sam Grimes, of North Bend?" ejaculated Ratcliffe, a little abruptly. "Oh, you do not know how admirably I have organised my secret service bureau," said she. "Representative Cutter cross-questioned one of the Senate pages, and obliged him to confess that he had received from you a letter to be posted, which letter was addressed to Mr. Grimes, of North Bend." |
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