Chapter 24

"Thy secret pleasure turns to open shame;

Thy private feasting to a public fast;

Thy smoothing titles to a ragged name;

Thy sugar'd tongue to bitter worm wood taste:

Thy violent vanities can never last."

Shakespeare, Rape of Lucrece, 11. 890–94.

Judith was waiting the return of Deerslayer on the platform, with stifled impatience,