"Pardon me," he continued, after a few minutes' reflection, "if I revert to the sad events you have just narrated; but you have, it strikes me, forgotten an important detail in your story."
"I do not understand you, Harry."
"I will explain: you said, I think, if my memory serves me, that your youngest daughter escaped from the frightful fate of her brothers, and was saved by an Indian."
"Yes, I did say so, brother," she replied in an oppressed voice.
"Well, what has become of the unhappy child? Does she still live? Have you any news of her? Have you seen her again?"
"She lives, and I have seen her."
"Ah!"
"Yes; the man who saved her educated her, even adopted her," she said, sarcastically. "Do you know what this wretch would do with the daughter of the man he murdered, whom he flayed alive before my eyes?"
"Speak; in Heaven's name!
"What I have to say is very dreadful! it is so frightful, indeed, that I hesitate to reveal it to you."