Her mild and
usually joyous countenance worked, as if the struggle within was about
to dissolve the connection between her soul and that more material
part, whose deformity was becoming so loathsome. Inez and Ellen were
utterly ignorant of the nature of her interview with her husband,
though the quick and sharpened wits of the latter led her to suspect a
truth, to which the entire innocence of the former furnished no clue.
They were both, however, about to tender those sympathies, which are
so natural to, and so graceful in the sex, when their necessity seemed
suddenly to cease. The convulsions in the features of the young Sioux
disappeared, and her countenance became cold and rigid, like chiselled
stone. A single expression of subdued anguish, which had made its
impression on a brow that had rarely before contracted with sorrow,
alone remained. It was never removed, in all the changes of seasons,
fortunes, and years, which, in the vicissitudes of a suffering,
female, savage life, she was subsequently doomed to endure.
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