The Conqueror: Being the True and Romantic Story of Alexander Hamilton

Mistress Fawcett-a captivating woman till her last hour-twice a year since her husband's death. But matrimony had been a bitter medicine for Mary after her imagination had ceased t

hook of friendship. He was a dark nervous little man, spare as most West Indians, used a deal of snuff, and had a habit of pu

is white locks were worn in a queue, a few escaping to soften his big powerful face. Both men wore white linen, but Dr. Hamilton was rarely seen without his riding-boots, his advent, except in Mistress

heads, provoked thereto by the galling chain of decency, or an obeah doctor had tied a sinister warning to Mistress Fawcett's knocker, neither of the ge

aid her on the sofa. He despatched Mr. Hamn for a glass of Sp

rief concessions to the

e, then sat up an

our ear may listen, but never your mind. If it were a matter of bus

t asked your advice a thousand times about

marry against her will-assuredly not if the man is repulsive to her. For all your brains you are a baby about men and women. Rachael knows more by instinct. She is

and the Edwardses to boot." Mistress Fawcett was nettled by his jibe at the limit of her wisdom. "

eed with the widow; Dr. Hamilton never did. Moreover, he was sincerely co

country has a valiant history. This young man is quite prince-like in his bea

er he sickens Rachael. I have nothing against him but his appearance, bu

Mistress Montgomerie's," cried Mary. "You are jealous,

ocks, you have more courage than I. She has more in her than twenty women. Let her alone for the next five years, then she will have no one to answer to but herself. Otherwise, my lady, you may find

an Rachael and would not

ould not understand her

husband, madly i

ndependent of the ordinary female nonsense; moreover, she has a fine disposition and her own property. But if her husband did not understand her,-in other words, if th

y, with sudden humility; she had great respect for

ne of them on to cut this Dane out. Well, I must go; send for me whenever you are in need of advice," an

ondered deeply upon her daughter's opposition and Dr. Hamilton's advice. The first result of this perturbing distrust in her own wisdom was a violent attack of rheumatism in the region of her heart; and while she believed herself to be dying, she wrung from her distracted daughter a promise to marry Levine. She recovered fr

dream, even to pass and bend the knee. Often she laughed aloud in merriment. As the wedding-day approached, she lost her breath more than once, and her skin chilled. During the last few days before the ceremony she understood for the first time that it was inevitable. But time-it was now three months since the needlewomen were set at the trousseau-and her unconscious acceptance of the horrid fact had trimmed her spirit to philosophy, altered the habit of her mind. She saw her mother radiant, received the personal congratulations of every