The White House Week
¶ It was the morning after the day before. The President arose earlier than usual, took a long walk on the streets of downtown Washington, returned to the White House, ate a hearty breakfast. Then in his office in an easy chair in front of the tall south windows he read newspapers and election telegrams, placidly. Messengers came in with more despatches; he picked them up mechanically, smoking slowly. The expression on his face was as emotionless as that of a man thoughtfully perusing the telephone directory....
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