Yet such is his purpose, as told to me this morning." "Perchance, then," I urged, doubtfully, "you may prefer remaining quietly here rather than risk the peril of trying to escape ?" She looked at me keenly, as if in wonder at my words; and I could see that her eyes were moistening with the sudden rush of feeling.
"You are either dull of comprehension, John Wayland," she said, a bit pertly, "or else you understand me less than any man I ever knew.

If I seem brave and light of heart amidst all this horror, 't is merely that I may not utterly break down, and become an object of contempt.

I feel, Monsieur, I am not devoid of heart nor of the finer qualities of womanhood.

Prefer to remain here?
Holy Mother of Christ! It would be my choice to die out yonder on the prairie, rather than stay here in these Indian lodges.

There is no peril I would not face joyfully, in an effort to escape from this place of torture and barbarity.