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Far in the night the husband awoke. He could thinkbetter now, in the almost perfect stillness. There were faintsigns of one or two servants being astir, but in the oldSouth that was always so. He pondered again upon thepresent and the future of the unhappy race upon whomfreedom had come as a wild freshet. Thousands must sink,thousands starve, for all were drunk with its crueldelusions. Yea, on this deluge the whole Southern socialworld, with its two distinct divisions - the shiningupper - the dark nether - was reeling and careening,threatening, each moment, to turn once and forever wrongside up, a hope-forsaken wreck. To avert this, to holdsociety on its keel, must be the first and constant duty ofwhoever saw, as he did, the fearful peril. So, then, this thathe had done - and prayed that he might never have to doagain - was, underneath all its outward hideousness, amore than right, a generous, deed. For a man who, takingall the new risks, still taught these poor, base, dangerouscreatures to keep the only place they could keep withsafety to themselves or their superiors, was to them theonly truly merciful man.
He was right. The young man would have suckeddown all his flattery but for those three words. Yet onone side they were true, and March guiltily felt them soas, looking at his mother, he thought again of that deepstore of the earth's largess lying under their unfruitfulcustody. Suez and her three counties would have jeeredthe gaudy name from Lover's Leap to Libertyville thoughhad they guessed better the meaning of the change intowhich a world's progress was irresistibly pushing them,whoever owned Widewood must have stood for some oftheir largest wishes and hopes, and they would haveceased to deride the blessed mutation and to hobble itwith that root of so many world-wide evils - the callingstill private what the common need has made public. Theghost of this thought flitted in John's mind, but wouldnot be grasped or beckoned to the light.
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