"My lord," said Charles, in a voice
choked by emotion, "you are, for me, what an angel sent from heaven would be, -- you are a preserver sent to me from the tomb of my father himself; but, believe me, for ten years' civil war has passed over my country, striking down men, tearing up the soil, it is no more probable that gold should remain in the entrails of the earth, than love in the hearts of my subjects."
"Obviously moved by the enthusiastic ovation and somewhat
choked by emotion, Broderick predicted that the week's events had caused the PVA to 'turn a corner as an organization, working together.' There's a great American tradition, he said, in standing up for what you believe is right.