Nelatu, whose hope of winning the regard of the pale-faced maiden had sunk into a calm state of despair, departed with his cousin, hoping that in the field of battle he might find a still calmer rest.
His fate, wrapt in the dark mystery of the future, was veiled from him.
Chapter Thirty Five.
A Peaceful Warning.
The summer had waned into autumn.
With the changing season came also a change over the hapless Indian maiden, Sansuta.
Her weakness, which had been continually increasing, was now so great that she could no longer stray with Alice to their favourite haunts.
The poor girl’s form had wasted away, and her features become shrunken. Her dark, lustrous eyes alone seemed to retain their vitality.