It was hard, too, to wait there, while the woman said not a word, but knitted on as placidly as if he did not exist.
"Madame," he said at last, "I pray that you do not regard this as an intrusion.

The uses of war are hard.

We must search.

No one can regret it more than I do, in particular since I am really a Southerner myself, a Kentuckian." "A traitor then as well as an enemy." Dick flushed deeply, and again there was angry blood in his veins, but he restrained his temper.
"You must at least allow to a man the liberty of choice," he said.
"Provided he has the intelligence and honesty to choose right." Dick flushed again and bit his lip.

And yet he felt that a woman who had lost two sons before Northern bullets might well be unforgiving.