"Don't be ranting like a Mohawk! When a man's dead, it's time to let him rest." He turned to the excited throng, and as he did so, he was aware that Jacqueline was standing white and frozen, and that Unity was trying to take her hand.

He felt for her an infinite tenderness, and he promised himself to give Tom Mocket an old-time rating for at least one ill-advised expression.

Such wedding gifts were not for Jacqueline.

But as for the news--Rand felt his cheek grow hot and his eyes glow.

In all the history of the country this was the decade in which political animosity, pure and simple, went its greatest length.