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"There is a battery at Cock-pit Point, firing, and the smoke of the guns drifts across the low-hanging sun.

It must be only a salute, for our fleet of transports moves on, torrents of black smoke pouring out of every tall funnel, paddle-wheels churning steadily.
"When the fleet passed Mount Vernon the bells tolled aboard every boat; and we could see the green trees and a glimmer of white on shore, and the flag flying.
"What sadness! A people divided who both honour the sacredness of this spot made holy by a just man's grave--gathering to meet in battle--brother against brother.
"But Fate shall not longer array you and me against each other! I will not have it so! Neither my heart nor my soul could endure the cruelty of it, nor my reason its wickedness and insanity.

From the first instant I met your eyes, Philip, somehow, within me, I knew I belonged to you.