"Love is so great, so occult," the husband said, his brown eyes searching his wife's face over, "that its combinations have centuries left to run before they shall beat every prejudice down, and prove, in spite of sin and dispersion, that of one blood are all the nations made."[4]
Chapter XXIX.
BEGINNING OF THE RAID.
The raid into Delaware was all organized when Levin and Hulda were driven to Johnson's tavern, and the arrival of Van Dorn called forth cheers and yells, as that blushing worthy threw his trim, athletic figure out of the wagon and bowed to Joe Johnson, on the tavern porch:
"O hala hala! do you go, son-in-law?"
"I'll ride with ye, Captain, a split of the Maryland way, but sprat for that Delaware! I'll go in it no more. I'll stand whack with you, however, fur the madges I give you and fur my stalling ken."
"Quedito!" lisped Van Dorn; "we never leave your interests out, son-in-law. How is Aunt Patty?"
"She's made a punch fur the population, an' calls fur young Levin thar to lush with her."
"I'll take mine along," Levin cried, "an' drink it in the chill o' the night."