I have despaired of your ever becoming civilized enough to understand the misery of my sister and family.

Why not let the Indians kill me ?" He knew how to wound her.

A quick, shuddery cry broke from her lips.
She stood before him with bowed head and wept.

When she spoke again her voice was broken and pleading.
"You are cruel and unjust.

Though Myeerah has Indian blood she is a white woman.