"Pray tell me, what is this new
religion of yours?"
"It is Woman Suffrage, Free Love, Mutual Affinity, and Communism.
Embrace it and me."
Lothaw did not know exactly what to do. She however soothed and
sustained his agitated frame and sealed with an embrace his
speechless form. The General approached and coughed slightly with
gentlemanly tact.
"My husband will be too happy to talk with you further on this
subject," she said with quiet dignity, as she regained the
General's side. Come with us to Oneida. Brook Farm is a thing of
the past."
CHAPTER VI.
As Lothaw drove toward his country-seat, "The Mural Enclosure," he
observed a crowd, apparently of the working class, gathered around
a singular-looking man in the picturesque garb of an Ethiopian
serenader. "What does he say?" inquired Lothaw of his driver.
The man touched his hat respectfully and said, "My Mary Ann."
"'My Mary Ann!'" Lothaw's heart beat rapidly. Who was this
mysterious foreigner? He had heard from Lady Coriander of a
certain Popish plot; but could he connect Mr. Camperdown with it?
The spectacle of two hundred men at arms who advanced to meet him
at the gates of The Mural Enclosure drove all else from the still
youthful and impressible mind of Lothaw.
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