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were married. If I had persuaded you (to marry me) at the time, 
I should not have beaten you. Now you must be willing for us to 
do that,” he said to me. ‘‘I suppose you too will beat me, that is 
why you are courting me,” I said to him. ‘‘Why, how often have 
you heard of me striking the one with whom I was living? I never 
struck her even once. Nor did I scold her. She danced vigorously 
at dances also before she became ill. That is how I should treat 
you too. You might dance vigorously if you felt like dancing vigor- 
ously. To dance vigorously is natural. I do not know of any one 
being married (at the dances). How, pray, could any one act in a 
courting way as there would be many people? No one would fail to 
be seen if he courted there. I should think that way myself. If 
you are willing we shall do that. I want you to consent very much. 
I have always thought, ‘I wish I might live with her,’” he said to 
me. ‘‘Well, I might consent in a year, but not now,” I said to him. 
For a long time we were merely talking with each other. 
The one with whom I formerly lived never gave up. He always 
tried to court me. But I could not think kindly of him again. For 
he had angered me as he already had treated me badly. I hated 
him thoroughly. 
Soon the time came which I had set for us to live together. When 
we saw each other, he said to me, ‘‘Well, at last it is the time you 
set for your consent. To-night at night do not latch your door 
firmly. I shall come to you.” That is what I did. He came. 
And sometimes he would sleep far off in a wickiup where his relatives 
lived. And at any time I went and visited my relatives. He never 
spoke crossly to me. So I loved him dearly. The other one, the 
one with whom I first lived, was sensual. That is why I hated him. 
And after I married the other one I was so well. When there was 
a dance, he said to me, ‘‘Go and dance. I should be made ashamed 
by their talk if you were not seen when something is going on. 
‘He is probably jealous,’ is what they would say of me. I am 
ashamed to have that said of me,’ he would say to me. ‘‘Clothe 
yourself in fine apparel,’ he would also say to me. 
And soon when we were talking together, he said to me, ‘‘I wish 
I had been able to persuade you long ago, for we first talked with 
each other.’”’ ‘*Well,” I said to him, ‘‘I was not master of my own 
person while my mother was yet living. They soon found out that 
I was talking with you. I was scolded and I was told, ‘you must 
marry the other fellow.’ It was that good-for-nothing. The fact is 
that had I been master of myself, I couldn’t have married him. 
Perhaps you might have persuaded me, for I had already become 
