"I know that. I am very wicked, very weak," Amelia said. She knew her own weakness well enough. The presence of the more resolute friend checked it, however; and she was the better of this control and company. They went on till two o'clock; their hearts were with the column as it marched farther and farther away. Dreadful doubt and anguish--prayers and fears and griefs unspeakable--followed the regiment. It was the women's tribute to the war. It taxes both alike, and takes the blood of the men, and the tears of the women.

"I know that. I am very wicked, very weak," Amelia said. However, she was the better for this company.
Their hearts were with the column as it marched farther and farther away. Dreadful anguish - fears and griefs unspeakable - followed the regiment. War taxes both alike, and takes the blood of the men, and the tears of the women.
