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Mrs. Lee trusted in him by instinct . `` He is a type ! '' said she ; `` he is my idea of George Washington at thirty . '' One morning in December , Carrington entered Mrs. Lee 's parlour towards noon , and asked if she cared to visit the Capitol . `` You will have a chance of hearing to-day what may be the last great speech of our greatest statesman , '' said he ; `` you should come . '' `` A splendid sample of our native raw material , sir ? '' asked she , fresh from a reading of Dickens , and his famous picture of American statesmanship .