Various, The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 08…
“ The old schoolmaster shook his head as one who knows, and tried to push the thin gray hairs out of his eyes in a groping way. Margaret lifted them back so quietly that he did not feel her."You'll call the Republic a sham next!" said the Doctor, coolly aggravating."The Republic!" The old man quickened his tone, like a war-horse scenting the battle near at hand. "There never was a thinner-crusted Devil's egg in the world than democracy. I think I've told you that before?""I think you have," said the other, dryly."You always were a Tory, Mr. Howth," said his wife, in her placid, creamy way. ”
