The Colonials

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II THE CAPTIVE It was a girl in Indian dress. A white girl said they both. ' Benjy scanned her carefully. He noted the embroidered deerskins, the hawksbells and silver trinkets on her bodice, and the elaborately dressed hair; all signs of a family favourite. Francis looked only at the face. Fair...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II THE CAPTIVE It was a girl in Indian dress. A white girl said they both. ' Benjy scanned her carefully. He noted the embroidered deerskins, the hawksbells and silver trinkets on her bodice, and the elaborately dressed hair; all signs of a family favourite. Francis looked only at the face. Fair haired, with a complexion despite the sun still clear and rosy, an oval countenance, blue eyes from which anxiety looked out, a sweet and gentle mouth with trembling lip?these were what he saw, upon an undeveloped form of scarce fifteen. Who are you ? he cried when the spell left him. I'm Alice, sir, she said. Alice Tudor. Good God, he said slowly. You luckless child Her eyes filled suddenly; but she kept her gaze upon the young man, saying nothing. You live with the Indians, he asked. I live with Aneeb. Not ?he shrunk at the idea? your husband? He is my father. Aneeb? queried Benjy. Aneeb the Pottawot- tomi? Yes. Frank was still staring. Come here, he said. She came closer. He put his hand upon her shoulder and looked down into her face. How long have you been with Aneeb ? Almost a year. But first I was with some Wyan- dots?a little while. Aneeb bought you ? Yes. He was sorry for me. His daughter had just died. Sad Sad he thought. Sadness was in her face. You are happy ? he asked. You like this life ? The tears came again, and overflowed. Her composure vanished. No she cried. No No Aneeb is good, but I want my own father. Oh, let me?let me?. Fast-crowding sobs checked her speech, but for an instant only. As the young man gazed with sympathy, he saw her pressing back emotion, struggling for self-control. In haste she spoke again, as knowing t...