I was not an Indian.
I had been adopted into the family of Chief Williams.
Money was sent through an agent in New York for my support and education.
There were scars on my wrists, ankles, arm and eyebrow.
These scars identified me in Madame de Ferrier's mind and Madame Tank's mind as a person from the other side of the world.
I had formerly been deadened in mind.
I was now keenly alive.
These things were not known:
Who I was.
Who sent money for my support and education.