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"
Listen
,
"
said
the
Indian
again
.
"
The
light
eyes
can
go
back
to
the
Horican
,
and
tell
the
old
chief
what
has
been
done
,
if
the
dark-haired
woman
will
swear
by
the
Great
Spirit
of
her
fathers
to
tell
no
lie
.
"
"
What
must
I
promise
?
"
demanded
Cora
,
still
maintaining
a
secret
ascendency
over
the
fierce
native
,
by
the
collected
and
feminine
dignity
of
her
presence
.
"
When
Magua
left
his
people
,
his
wife
was
given
to
another
chief
;
he
has
now
made
friends
with
the
Hurons
,
and
will
go
back
to
the
graves
of
his
tribe
,
on
the
shores
of
the
great
lake
.
Let
the
daughter
of
the
English
chief
follow
,
and
live
in
his
wigwam
forever
.
"
However
revolting
a
proposal
of
such
a
character
might
prove
to
Cora
,
she
retained
,
notwithstanding
her
powerful
disgust
,
sufficient
self-command
to
reply
,
without
betraying
the
weakness
.
"
And
what
pleasure
would
Magua
find
in
sharing
his
cabin
with
a
wife
he
did
not
love
;
one
who
would
be
of
a
nation
and
color
different
from
his
own
?
It
would
be
better
to
take
the
gold
of
Munro
,
and
buy
the
heart
of
some
Huron
maid
with
his
gifts
.
"
The
Indian
made
no
reply
for
near
a
minute
,
but
bent
his
fierce
looks
on
the
countenance
of
Cora
,
in
such
wavering
glances
,
that
her
eyes
sank
with
shame
,
under
an
impression
that
,
for
the
first
time
,
they
had
encountered
an
expression
that
no
chaste
female
might
endure
.
While
she
was
shrinking
within
herself
,
in
dread
of
having
her
ears
wounded
by
some
proposal
still
more
shocking
than
the
last
,
the
voice
of
Magua
answered
,
in
its
tones
of
deepest
malignancy
--
"
When
the
blows
scorched
the
back
of
the
Huron
,
he
would
know
where
to
find
a
woman
to
feel
the
smart
.
The
daughter
of
Munro
would
draw
his
water
,
hoe
his
corn
,
and
cook
his
venison
.
The
body
of
the
gray-head
would
sleep
among
his
cannon
,
but
his
heart
would
lie
within
reach
of
the
knife
of
Le
Subtil
.
"
"
Monster
!
well
dost
thou
deserve
thy
treacherous
name
!
"
cried
Cora
,
in
an
ungovernable
burst
of
filial
indignation
.
"
None
but
a
fiend
could
meditate
such
a
vengeance
!
But
thou
overratest
thy
power
!
You
shall
find
it
is
,
in
truth
,
the
heart
of
Munro
you
hold
,
and
that
it
will
defy
your
utmost
malice
!
"
