Its rule is at an end for evermore." "Look!" and Ostrog pointed to a coil of black that crept in little jerks up the vacant flagstaff, unfolding as it rose.
The oval picture paled as Lincoln pulled the curtain aside and entered.
"They are clamorous," he said.
Ostrog kept his grip of Graham's arm.
"We have raised the people," he said.

"We have given them arms.

For to-day at least their wishes must be law." Lincoln held the curtain open for Graham and Ostrog to pass through....
On his way to the markets Graham had a transitory glance of a long narrow white-walled room in which men in the universal blue canvas were carrying covered things like biers, and about which men in medical purple hurried to and fro.

From this room came groans and wailing.

He had an impression of an empty blood-stained couch, of men on other couches, bandaged and blood-stained.