"I love you.

I love you.

What will become of Myeerah if you leave her?
Could she ever be happy?
Could she ever forget?
No, no, I will keep my captive." "I cannot persuade you to let me go ?" "If I free you I will come and lie here," cried Myeerah, pointing to the dark pool.
"Then come with me to my home and live there." "Go with you to the village of the pale faces, where Myeerah would be scorned, pointed at as your captors laughed at and pitied?
No! No!" "But you would not be," said Isaac, eagerly.

"You would be my wife.
My sister and people will love you.

Come, Myeerah save me from this bondage; come home with me and I will make you happy." "It can never be," she said, sadly, after a long pause.