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My Palestine holiday lasted, in some measure, all the way of

our journey home; and left me at the very moment e

entered our Parisian hotel and met mamma It left me then All

the air of the place, much more all the style of mamma's dress

and manner, said at once that we had come into another world

She was exquisitely dressed; that was usual; it could not have

been only that, nor the dainty appoint, an indescribable soreeted us, which said, You have played your play - now

you will play mine And it said, I cannot tell how, The cards

are inI saw little of her till the

next day At our late breakfast then we discussed s

Not much of Palestine; mamma did not want to hear much of

that She had had it in our letters, she said Aerness and

bitterness by both mamma and Aunt Gary; with triumphs over the

disasters of the Union army before Richained no advantage; invectives

against the President's July proclamation, his impudence and

his cowardice; and prophecies of ruin to him and his cause

Papa listened and said little I heard and was silent; with

throbbing forebodings of trouble

"Daisy is handsomer than ever," my aunt remarked, when even

politics had exhausted the of when she said it Malanced me over