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           Heintimatedhiscontemptoftheofferwithabackwardmotionofhishead,andsaid,inasteadyandsettledvoice—

           "LeRenardSubtilisagreatchief;hehasbutonemind.Come,"headded,layinghishandtoofamiliarlyontheshoulderofhiscaptivetourgeheronward;"aHuronisnotattler;wewillgo."

           Themaidendrewbackinloftywomanlyreserve,andherdarkeyekindled,whiletherichbloodshot,likethepassingbrightnessofthesun,intoherverytemples,attheindignity.

           "Iamyourprisoner,andatafittingtimeshallbereadytofollow,eventomydeath.Butviolenceisunnecessary,"shecoldlysaid;andimmediatelyturningtoHawkeye,added,"Generoushunter!frommysoulIthankyou.Yourofferisinvain,neithercoulditbeaccepted;butstillyoumayserveme,evenmorethaninyourownnobleintention.Lookatthatdrooping,humbledchild!Abandonhernotuntilyouleaveherinthehabitationofcivilizedmen.Iwillnotsay,"wringingthehardhandofthescout,"thatherfatherwillrewardyou—forsuchasyouareabovetherewardsofmen—buthewillthankyou,andblessyou.And,believeme,theblessingofajustandagedmanhasvirtueinthesightofHeaven.