I'm not a half-breed--I'm not me at all.

I'm Merridy--Merridy! That's who I am." Her face was turned away from him, so that she did not notice the frightful effect her words had upon Stark.
"Where did you get--that name ?" His voice was pitched in a different key now.

Then, after a moment, he added, "From the story I told you at the mine that night, I suppose ?" "Oh no," she answered.

"I've always had it, though they call me Necia.
Merridy was my father's mother.

I guess I'm like her in many ways, for I often imagine she is a part of me, that her spirit is mine.