I don't forget; I remember.

It is after the war now,--come." "As you please," said Robert.

He knew the disappointment that awaited his friend, but he would not thwart him now.
There was a great crowd about the polling-office, and they all looked on with curious interest as the two young men came up.

No demonstration was made, though a half-dozen brutal fellows uttered some coarse remarks.
"Hear the damned Rebs talk!" said a man in the army blue, who, with keen eyes, was observing the scene.

"They're the same sort of stuff we licked in Carolina." "Ay," said another, "but with a difference; blue led there; but gray'll come off winner here, or I'm mistaken." Robert stood leaning upon his cane; a support which he would need for life, one empty sleeve pinned across his breast, over the scar from a deep and yet unhealed wound.