human
He is a mystery; one of the many that inhabit the backwoods. Why, he does not place any confidence in Little Moccasin; he seems to hate her, and yet I believe she has never lifted a finger of harm against him. But we have unaccountable antagonisms, and here in the woods one finds them plentiful.
gpt
But who can hate that dear girl? said Kate Merriweather's musical voice.
human
I could easily call her sister, and live forever at her side. She is not an Indian, though she calls her mother Madgitwa. She cannot be treacherous to our people.
gpt
Thanks, said Harvey Catlett, bowing to the fair young speaker.
human
I rejoice to hear you speak thus of the girl.
gpt
I fear that Kate is thus partial because of her pretty eyes. I must confess that I do not like her. Her desertion means no good to us.
human
We will not argue the matter now,
gpt
Perhaps we had best not, responded Carl with a slight sneer and a meaning glance at his friend Darling.
human
Let us drop the subject, nor call it up again. I have my opinion, you yours, Mr Catlett.