"Did Deerslayer really tell you that he
thought the savages would put him to the torture? Recollect now,
well, Hetty, for this is a most awful and serious thing."
"Yes he did; and I remember it by your speaking about my tormenting
you. Oh! I felt very sorry for him, and Deerslayer took all so
quietly and without noise! Deerslayer is not as handsome as Hurry
Harry, Judith, but he is more quiet."
"He's worth a million Hurrys! yes, he's worth all the young men
who ever came upon the lake put together," said Judith, with an
energy and positiveness that caused her sister to wonder. "He is
true. There is no lie about Deerslayer. You, Hetty, may not know
what a merit it is in a man to have truth, but when you get - no
- I hope you will never know it. Why should one like you be ever
made to learn the hard lesson to distrust and hate!"
Judith bowed her face, dark as it was, and unseen as she must have
been by any eye but that of Omniscience, between her hands, and
groaned. This sudden paroxysm of feeling, however, lasted but for
a moment, and she continued more calmly, still speaking frankly to
her sister, whose intelligence, and whose discretion in any thing
that related to herself, she did not in the least distrust.
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