Lincoln's face was terrible in its strain, for the words "in the moment of victory" had rung the knell of his hopes.
When Stanton spoke his voice was controlled and level.

"Unlike your turtle," he said, "the Confederacy is suddenly and terribly alive.

Lee has whipped Hooker to blazes.

We have lost more than fifteen thousand men.

To-day we are back on the north side of the Rappahannock." Lincoln was on his feet and for a moment the bronze mask of his face was distorted by suffering.
"My God!" he cried.