And I could think of no reply better than that same word.
I turned as the door swung for me to pass out into the night.

I saw her outlined against the lights within, tall and white, in her arms the Indian child, whose cheek was pressed to her own.

I do not concern myself with what others may say of conduct or of constancy.

To me it seemed that, had I not made my homage, my reverence, to one after all so brave as she, I would not be worthy the cover of that flag which to-day floats both on the Columbia and the Rio Grande..