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           WouldtoGod,Icouldhearonefromhislipsatthisawfulmoment!"Hervoicebecamechoked,and,foraninstant,shewassilent;thenadvancingastepnighertoDuncan,whowassupportingherunconscioussister,shecontinued,inmoresubduedtones,butinwhichfeelingandthehabitsofhersexmaintainedafearfulstruggle—"Ineednottellyoutocherishthetreasureyouwillpossess.Youloveher,Heyward;thatwouldconcealathousandfaults,thoughshehadthem.Sheiskind,gentle,sweet,good,asmortalmaybe.Thereisnotablemishinmindorpersonatwhichtheproudestofyouallwouldsicken.Sheisfair—O!howsurpassinglyfair!"layingherownbeautiful,butlessbrillianthand,inmelancholyaffectiononthealabasterforeheadofAlice,andpartingthegoldenhairwhichclusteredaboutherbrows;"andyethersoulispureandspotlessasherskin!Icouldsaymuch—more,perhaps,thancoolerreasonwouldapprove;butIwillspareyouandmyself"—Hervoicebecameinaudible,andherfacewasbentovertheformofhersister.Afteralongandburningkiss,shearose,andwithfeaturesofthehueofdeath,butwithoutevenatearinherfeverisheye,sheturnedaway,andadded,tothesavage,withallherformerelevationofmanner—"Now,sir,ifitbeyourpleasure,Iwillfollow."

           "Ay,go,"criedDuncan,placingAliceinthearmsofanIndiangirl;"go,Magua,go.TheseDelawareshavetheirlaws,whichforbidthemtodetainyou;butI—Ihavenosuchobligation