I was alone with the Esquimaux and his daughter.

You never know why certain things happen, and I can't tell why that winter was so weird; why the old Esquimaux should take sick one morning, and in the evening should call me and his daughter Lucy--she'd been given a Christian name, of course--and say that he was going to die, and he wanted me to marry her" (Lady Belward exclaimed, Sir William's hands fingered the chair-arm nervously) "there and then, so that he'd know she would be cared for.
He was a heathen, but he had been primed by the missionaries about his daughter.

She was a fine, clever girl, and well educated--the best product of their mission.

So he called for a Bible.

There wasn't one in the place, but I had my mother's Book of the Mass.