"I do not like men, sagamore. I wish them to keep away from me."
"But that is not Christian," he argued.
"It cannot be unchristian: the priest would lay me under penance for it."
"Father Petit is a lenient soul."
With the simplicity of an angel who would not be longer hindered by mundane society, she took up her pail, saying, "Good-day, sagamore," and swept on across the dead leaves.
Saint-Castin walked after her.
"Go back," commanded Madockawando's daughter, turning.
The officer of the Carignan-Salières regiment halted, but did not retreat.
"You must not follow me, sagamore," she remonstrated, as with a child.
"I cannot talk to you."
"You must let me talk to you," said Saint-Castin. "I want you for my wife."