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 name pronounced? No wonder! How could a fair, white girl look otherwise upon a savage?

"But thou didst know me, to the last, only as Augustus Reid. Perhaps the latest work of thy hands was to wreathe my name in beautiful, bright letters on a crimson band; for thus I left thee at thy embroidery stand, wondering within myself when we should next meet, nor dreaming that we might meet no more. I will keep thy name near my heart, Nathalie; and may mine be resting thus with thee, beneath these ruins. Once more I'll come here, and all that is left of thee, and thy Indian companions, shall be gathered, and laid in the greenest dell of the forest that my eye can trace. Then let me go afar, where I shall see the spot no more,—no more,—no more."

He rose, thrice waved his arm aloft, drew his blanket about him, and turned away. The rain was still heavy and the path tedious; but he thought not of these things. His heart writhed in grief; his eyes took no note of outer things.