She accused me of killing Saunders.

She said I liked to kill people; that I shot at her and laughed at the mark I made on her arm.
She called me a savage--an Indian.

My mother's mother was the daughter of a chief.

She was a good woman; my mother was a good woman; just as good as if she had been white.
"Mother Hart, I'm a white man in everything but half my mother's blood.
I don't remember her--but I respect her memory, and I am not ashamed because she was my mother.

Do you think I could marry a girl who thinks of my mother as something which she must try to forgive?
Do you think I could go to that girl in there and--and take her in my arms--and love her, knowing that she feels as she does?
She can't even forgive me for killing that beast! "She's a beautiful thing--I wanted to have her for my own.