Chapter 25
ON MANHATTAN ISLAND.“What do you intend to make of your life, Montana, since you
avoid all questions of marriage? You will not go to school, and
care nothing about fitting yourself for the society where by right
you should belong.”
A whole winter had gone, and the springtime had come again; and
over all the Island of Manhattan, and on the heights back from the
rivers, the green of the leaves was creeping over the boughs from
which winter had swept all signs of life months ago.
In a very lovely little room, facing a park where the glitter of
a tiny lake could be seen, ’Tana lounged and stared at the waving
branches and the fettered water.
Not just the same ’Tana as when, a year ago, she had breasted
the cold waves of the Kootenai. No one, to look at her now, would
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