I left him long ago when he did not need me; now he is ill and in prison, and I am going back to him.

He is Christian, whom you have all thought a murderer." "Christian! the Indian?
Impossible! Lucia, can this be true ?" "It is true." "And you knew it all this time ?" "Yes.

All the time." "My poor child, what misery! But I cannot understand.

How can this be ?" "Do you not shrink from us! We tell you the truth.

We are not what you have always known us; we are only the wife and daughter of an Indian." "Don't--don't speak so.