The Last of the Mohicans; A narrative of 1757 by James Fenimore Cooper
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too elevated and improved, to need the guardianship even of a father."
"Cora!" "Ay--Cora! we are talking of your pretensions to Miss Munro, are we not, sir?" "I--I--I was not conscious of having mentioned her name," said Duncan, stammering. "And to marry whom, then, did you wish my consent, Major Heyward?" demanded the old soldier, erecting himself in the dignity of offended feeling. "You have another, and not less lovely child." "Alice!" exclaimed the father, in an astonishment equal to that with which Duncan had just repeated the name of her sister. "Such was the direction of my wishes, sir." The young man awaited in silence the result of the extraordinary effect produced by a communication, which, as it now appeared, was so unexpected. For several minutes Munro paced the chamber with long and rapid strides, his rigid features working convulsively, and every faculty seemingly absorbed in the musings of his own mind. At length, he paused directly in front of Heyward, and riveting his eyes upon those of the other, he said, with a lip that quivered violently: "Duncan Heyward, I have loved you for the sake of him whose blood is |
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