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"
You
do
yourself
an
injustice
.
The
features
are
given
to
man
as
the
means
by
which
he
shall
express
his
emotions
,
and
yours
are
faithful
servants
.
"
"
Do
you
mean
to
say
that
you
read
my
train
of
thoughts
from
my
features
?
"
"
Your
features
,
and
especially
your
eyes
.
Perhaps
you
can
not
yourself
recall
how
your
reverie
commenced
?
"
"
No
,
I
can
not
.
"
"
Then
I
will
tell
you
.
After
throwing
down
your
paper
,
which
was
the
action
which
drew
my
attention
to
you
,
you
sat
for
half
a
minute
with
a
vacant
expression
.
Then
your
eyes
fixed
themselves
upon
your
newly
framed
picture
of
General
Gordon
,
and
I
saw
by
the
alteration
in
your
face
that
a
train
of
thought
had
been
started
.
But
it
did
not
lead
very
far
.
Your
eyes
turned
across
to
the
unframed
portrait
of
Henry
Ward
Beecher
,
which
stands
upon
the
top
of
your
books
.
You
then
glanced
up
at
the
wall
,
and
of
course
your
meaning
was
obvious
.
You
were
thinking
that
if
the
portrait
were
framed
it
would
just
cover
that
bare
space
and
correspond
with
Gordon
's
picture
over
there
.
"
"
You
have
followed
me
wonderfully
!
"
I
exclaimed
.
"
So
far
I
could
hardly
have
gone
astray
.
But
now
your
thoughts
went
back
to
Beecher
,
and
you
looked
hard
across
as
if
you
were
studying
the
character
in
his
features
.
Then
your
eyes
ceased
to
pucker
,
but
you
continued
to
look
across
,
and
your
face
was
thoughtful
.
You
were
recalling
the
incidents
of
Beecher
's
career
.
I
was
well
aware
that
you
could
not
do
this
without
thinking
of
the
mission
which
he
undertook
on
behalf
of
the
North
at
the
time
of
the
Civil
War
,
for
I
remember
you
expressing
your
passionate
indignation
at
the
way
in
which
he
was
received
by
the
more
turbulent
of
our
people
.
You
felt
so
strongly
about
it
that
I
knew
you
could
not
think
of
Beecher
without
thinking
of
that
also
.
When
a
moment
later
I
saw
your
eyes
wander
away
from
the
picture
,
I
suspected
that
your
mind
had
now
turned
to
the
Civil
War
,
and
when
I
observed
that
your
lips
set
,
your
eyes
sparkled
,
and
your
hands
clinched
,
I
was
positive
that
you
were
indeed
thinking
of
the
gallantry
which
was
shown
by
both
sides
in
that
desperate
struggle
.
But
then
,
again
,
your
face
grew
sadder
;
you
shook
your
head
.
You
were
dwelling
upon
the
sadness
and
horror
and
useless
waste
of
life
.
Your
hand
stole
towards
your
own
old
wound
,
and
a
smile
quivered
on
your
lips
,
which
showed
me
that
the
ridiculous
side
of
this
method
of
settling
international
questions
had
forced
itself
upon
your
mind
.
At
this
point
I
agreed
with
you
that
it
was
preposterous
,
and
was
glad
to
find
that
all
my
deductions
had
been
correct
.
"
Absolutely
!
"
said
I.
"
And
now
that
you
have
explained
it
,
I
confess
that
I
am
as
amazed
as
before
.
"
