"
"You do March injustice, Judith; yes, you do. The poor fellow dotes
on you, and when a man has ra'ally set his heart on such a creatur'
it isn't a Mingo, or even a Delaware gal, that'll be likely to
unsettle his mind. You may laugh at such men as Hurry and I, for
we're rough and unteached in the ways of books and other knowledge;
but we've our good p'ints, as well as our bad ones. An honest
heart is not to be despised, gal, even though it be not varsed in
all the niceties that please the female fancy."
"You, Deerslayer! And do you - can you, for an instant, suppose
I place you by the side of Harry March? No, no, I am not so far
gone in dullness as that. No one - man or woman - could think of
naming your honest heart, manly nature, and simple truth, with the
boisterous selfishness, greedy avarice, and overbearing ferocity of
Harry March. The very best that can be said of him, is to be found
in his name of Hurry Skurry, which, if it means no great harm,
means no great good. Even my father, following his feelings with
the other, as he is doing at this moment, well knows the difference
between you. This I know, for he said as much to me, in plain
language.
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