He and Stanton went out-of-doors into the raw autumn night.
The town lay very quiet in a thin fog made luminous by a full moon.

The long man walked with his feet turned a little inwards, accommodating his gait to the shorter stride of his companion.

Mr.Stanton, having recovered from his momentary annoyance, was curious about this odd member of his own profession.

Was it possible that in the whirligig of time a future could lie before one so uncouth and rustical?
A democracy was an unaccountable thing, and these rude westerners might have to be reckoned with.
"You are ambitious of a political career, Mr.Lincoln ?" he asked.
The other looked down with his shy crooked smile, and the Ohio lawyer suddenly realised that the man had his own attractiveness.
"Why, no, sir.

I shouldn't like to say I was ambitious.