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eyes fixed upon the trader's twitching face in a cold and sard

"Well, Monacan?" he dehty effort strove in

vain for a composure that should match the other's cold self-co now at this point, now at that "I am a

Frenchman!" he cried, in a voice that broke with passion "I am of the

noblesse of the land of France, which is a country that is inia! Old Pierre at Monacan-Town told ed his name when he can of a great lishin to build irl that I see every

hour, everyit She says she loves me not, but

nevertheless I shall wed her Now I see her in this room, now in that; she

comes down the stair, she smiles at the , she stands on the

doorstep to welco in

the woods so far away I bring her fine skins of the otter, the beaver,

and the fawn; beadwork also froes and bracelets of copper and

pearl The flowers bloos to see her upon my

doorstep The flowers are dead, and you have stolen the girl away

There was a stream, and the sun shone upon it, and you and she were in a

boat I walked alone upon the bank, and inhed; one day you will laugh no o I have watched"-Foa at his bonds

Already pulled far awry, his great peruke, a cataract of hair strea the swarthy features between its

curled waves, now slipped froe

which its absence wrought was startling Of the man the moiety that was

white disappeared The shaven head, its poise, its features, were Indian;

the soul was Indian, and looked fro touch, caue of his , no

one of the voice to madness and hate