"We have almost ceased to write.

I am not like James Madison or James Monroe.

I cannot follow always.

Mr.Jefferson is a great man--but it is hungry dwelling in the shadow of another." "Better dwell in the shadow forever," cried Jacqueline, with passion, "than to reign with faithlessness in the sun!" "I am not faithless--" "So Benedict Arnold thought! Oh, Lewis!" "You speak," said Rand slowly, "too much like the Churchills and the Carys." In the silence that followed, Jacqueline rose and stood over against him, the scarf trailing from her hand and the amethysts rising and falling with her laboured breathing.

He glanced at her and then went on: "Burr leaves Richmond to-morrow.