"I have decided!"
"How?"
"That I will never be your wife."
"And let your lover perish in the flames?"
"Even that were better than to stain my soul, and I can meet him in heaven, as pure as now."
"It will be long before you do so! I shall take care that you do not have an opportunity to lay violent hands upon yourself," and happy that the words would pierce her heart like a knife, "you will be a wife without even the ceremony of marriage. Even the miserable apology the Indians sometimes indulge in shall be denied you."
"Your wife I will never be."
"I swear that you shall."
"And I, before heaven and the holy angels, that I will not. I would dash my brains out against a stone first."
"We will see whose oath is kept. Now I go to complete the means for getting rid of your lover. Then I will come and woo you for the last time."