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for some time by the table, reading.
Suddenly hearing footsteps, I looked out of the window, and saw two persons approaching, whom I knew by their relative size to be the missing men. They came into the passage and I heard them rap at Stanton's door and tell him to get up, and come up-stairs.
A moment afterward they entered my room.
‘No time for ceremony, Mr. President,’ said General Wool; ‘Norfolk is ours!’
Stanton here burst in, just out of bed, clad in a long nightgown, which nearly swept the floor, his ear catching, as he crossed the threshold, Wool's last words.
Perfectly overjoyed, he rushed at the General, whom he hugged most affectionately, fairly lifting him from the floor in his delight.
The scene altogether must have been a comical one, though at the time we were all too greatly excited to take much note of mere appearances.”
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