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"Yes, why not? I am brave and strong; I would guard you from all evil,
and would make you happy. What better have you to hope? Why await
Philip's pleasure? You say you have no rich friends to ransom you. If
not, he will marry you himself, and he would not be as kind as I. He is
a hard master."
"I marry you, or Philip?" the young girl murmured, with a look of
dreary terror on her face; then, as if to herself, "In fairy tales, as a
child, I read of maidens marrying kings, and wished I were the heroine
of such a tale; but little did I dream that such a king might some time
be offered me for a husband." And she dropped her head upon her arm.
"Do not look so unhappy. Philip is, in truth, no husband for you; but I
am different, and do not hate the white race as he does. He is a fierce
warrior, while I wish but to live in peace, to have you for my wife."
The Indian drew nearer to Millicent. His dark hand stretched forth to
grasp her slender white wrist, his black eyes flashing with entreaty. "I
am not like the others of my tribe you see about here; I am more
civilized; I speak your language; I have the last year embraced your
religion. I vowed to you I would not lay hands upon one of your race to
hurt them while you were amongst us. That I have sacredly kept this vow
you well know; but you do not know what it has cost me at times, when I
have seen the bitter cruelty shown by your race toward mine. All this I
would do willingly for you; will you not then be my wife and love me a
little?"
The young Indian spoke with a modesty and manliness so remarkable in a
son of the forest that Millicent was impressed with his manner, and in
her reply tried to show consideration.
"You are an exception to your race, Ninigret, and have always acted
honorably toward me. I thank you for all you have done; and, if God ever
restore me to my countrymen, I will show my gratitude in more
substantial form than mere words. Marry you I never can; think of it
calmly, and you will see that it is impossible; such a marriage would
only bring misery to us both."
"You scorn me I see," Ninigret said, quickly, growing angry. "I tell you
we should be happy."
"Indeed, we should not; from this on you must never mention this subject
to me."
"You cannot put me off so easily. What do I care for the kindness you
may show me after you leave here? But you will not leave here very soon,
let me tell you, unless you marry me. In that case you shall esca
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