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"
Would
I
!
"
echoed
the
indignant
and
astonished
youth
.
"
Cora
!
Cora
!
you
jest
with
our
misery
!
Name
not
the
horrid
alternative
again
;
the
thought
itself
is
worse
than
a
thousand
deaths
.
"
"
That
such
would
be
your
answer
,
I
well
knew
!
"
exclaimed
Cora
,
her
cheeks
flushing
,
and
her
dark
eyes
once
more
sparkling
with
the
lingering
emotions
of
a
woman
.
"
What
says
my
Alice
?
for
her
will
I
submit
without
another
murmur
.
"
Although
both
Heyward
and
Cora
listened
with
painful
suspense
and
the
deepest
attention
,
no
sounds
were
heard
in
reply
.
It
appeared
as
if
the
delicate
and
sensitive
form
of
Alice
would
shrink
into
itself
,
as
she
listened
to
this
proposal
.
Her
arms
had
fallen
lengthwise
before
her
,
the
fingers
moving
in
slight
convulsions
;
her
head
dropped
upon
her
bosom
,
and
her
whole
person
seemed
suspended
against
the
tree
,
looking
like
some
beautiful
emblem
of
the
wounded
delicacy
of
her
sex
,
devoid
of
animation
,
and
yet
keenly
conscious
In
a
few
moments
,
however
,
her
head
began
to
move
slowly
,
in
a
sign
of
deep
,
unconquerable
disapprobation
.
"
No
,
no
,
no
;
better
that
we
die
as
we
have
lived
,
together
!
"
"
Then
die
!
"
shouted
Magua
,
hurling
his
tomahawk
with
violence
at
the
unresisting
speaker
,
and
gnashing
his
teeth
with
a
rage
that
could
no
longer
be
bridled
,
at
this
sudden
exhibition
of
firmness
in
the
one
he
believed
the
weakest
of
the
party
.
The
axe
cleaved
the
air
in
front
of
Heyward
,
and
cutting
some
of
the
flowing
ringlets
of
Alice
,
quivered
in
the
tree
above
her
head
.
The
sight
maddened
Duncan
to
desperation
.
Collecting
all
his
energies
in
one
effort
,
he
snapped
the
twigs
which
bound
him
and
rushed
upon
another
savage
who
was
preparing
with
loud
yells
,
and
a
more
deliberate
aim
,
to
repeat
the
blow
.
They
encountered
,
grappled
,
and
fell
to
the
earth
together
.
The
naked
body
of
his
antagonist
afforded
Heyward
no
means
of
holding
his
adversary
,
who
glided
from
his
grasp
,
and
rose
again
with
one
knee
on
his
chest
,
pressing
him
down
with
the
weight
of
a
giant
.
Duncan
already
saw
the
knife
gleaming
in
the
air
,
when
a
whistling
sound
swept
past
him
,
and
was
rather
accompanied
,
than
followed
,
by
the
sharp
crack
of
a
rifle
.
He
felt
his
breast
relieved
from
the
load
it
had
endured
;
he
saw
the
savage
expression
of
his
adversary
's
countenance
change
to
a
look
of
vacant
wildness
,
when
the
Indian
fell
dead
on
the
faded
leaves
by
his
side
.
"
Clo
.
--
I
am
gone
,
sir
,
And
anon
,
sir
,
I
'll
be
with
you
again
.
"
Twelfth
Night
.
