Montlivet by Alice Prescott Smith
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in this. Life is bitter, but I will live it as long as the Powers
please. I will take what comes. Even among the Indians I was not tempted to--to that." "You would have died. Starved here in the wilderness, if I had not found you." "Perhaps, monsieur. Yet I gave myself what chance I could. I took some food, a fishing line, and that knife." "Why did you leave me?" "Monsieur!" "I say, why did you leave me?" "Monsieur, what else could I do? I would have discredited you. Those were your words. 'A woman would discredit our canoes.'" "Yet you were--you were a woman all the time." "Not in your eyes, monsieur." I gripped her hand. "Did the Indians suspect?" "Never for a moment." "Yet when they captured you"-- "I was in man's dress. I--I was trying to defend the blockhouse. The |
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