2 Works in P. T. Barnum & James Gordon Bennett
His final declaration was met with rapturous applause, and his smile seemed to lack legitimacy, tinged with a hint of sadness as he exited. The curtains were opening now, and Phineas’ smile was mostly due to his daughters’ cries of excitement - but the last part of it, a small, private, secret part, was due to the memory of wolfish blue eyes boring into his for just a second as the man had scanned the crowd.
He hates the circus. Really, he does.