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Sarved him right, too." "What did she do?" "Cut him across the face with her quirt in good style." "What for?" "Knockin' about her Indian Joe." Joe was, as I came to learn, Ponka's son and Gwen's most devoted slave. "Oh, she ain't no refrigerator." "Yes," assented Bill. "She's a leetle swift."
The ghostly old man moving out and in of his little daughter's room in useless, dumb agony; Ponka's woe-stricken Indian face; Joe's extraordinary and unusual but loyal attempts at fun-making grotesquely sad, and The Duke's unvarying and invincible cheeriness; these furnish light and shade for the picture my memory brings me of Gwen in those days. For the first two weeks she was simply heroic.
She sees no one but himself and Ponka's Blackfeet relations, who treat her like a goddess and help to spoil her utterly. She knows their lingo and their ways goes off with them for a week at a time." "What! With the Blackfeet?" "Ponka and Joe, of course, go along; but even without them she is as safe as if surrounded by the Coldstream Guards, but she has given them up for some time now."
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