But it did seem very wonderful to us, then, with its
fine-mannered servants, its flowers, its abundant silver. Hope had
written much to her mother of the details of deportment at John
Fuller's table, and Elizabeth had delicately imparted to us the
things we ought to know. We behaved well, I have since been told,
although we got credit for poorer appetites than we possessed.
Uncle Eb took no chances and refused everything that had a look of
mystery and a suggestion of peril, dropping a droll remark,
betimes, that sent a ripple of amusement around the table.
John Trumbull sat opposite me, and even then I felt a curious
interest in him - a big, full bearded man, quite six feet tall, his skin
and eyes dark, his hair iron-grey, his voice deep like David s. I
could not get over the impression that I had seen him before - a
feeling I have had often, facing men I could never possibly have
met. No word came out of his firm mouth unless he were
addressed, and then all in hearing listened to the little he had to
say: it was never more than some very simple remark.
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