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I'll do it in your case." With a strange tremor in her voice which I couldn't fully grasp, she answered, "If your paleface isn't going to just take away from us the river we consume." "Mother, who Is that this lousy paleface?" I requested. "My minor daughter, he is a sham, – a sickly sham! The bronzed Dakota is the only real authentic man." I see