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The Last of the Mohicans

‘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 in your veins; I have loved you for
your own good qualities; and I have loved you, because I
thought you would contribute to the happiness of my

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