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Portrait of Honoré Willsie Honoré Willsie Lydia of the Pines — XI. Lydia Giggles (1917)

For a moment, Lydia sat looking at her friend, uncertain how much or how little to say. She had idealized him so long, had clung so long to her faith in his perfection, that a deep feeling of indignation toward him for not living up to her belief in him drove her to saying what she never had dreamed she could have said to John Levine.
"The Indians are people, just like us," she cried, "and you're treating them as if they were beasts. You're robbing them and letting them starve! Oh, I saw them! Charlie showed the poor things to me—all sore eyes, and coughing and eating dirt.
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Portrait of Honoré Willsie Honoré Willsie Lydia of the Pines — XI. Lydia Giggles (1917)

Neither Kent nor Lydia ever had seen Charlie thus before. He was neither arrogant nor sullen. He was pleading with a tragic hopelessness that moved his two hearers profoundly.
"Oh, Charlie! I will try," cried Lydia. "I truly will."
"I knew you would," said Charlie, huskily, and he turned back abruptly to the camp.
"Gee!" exclaimed Kent. "Chapter number two!"
Lydia stamped her foot. "How can you speak so, Kent! It's a frightful thing!"
"Sure it's frightful, but it can't be helped. The whites have got to have this land. Might's right."
"What makes the whites so crazy for it?" asked Lydia.
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Portrait of Honoré Willsie Honoré Willsie Lydia of the Pines — XI. Lydia Giggles (1917)

There's no denying we want the Indians' land. But there's no denying that throwing the Indian off the reservation is the best thing for the Indian."
"But what makes Charlie think you're stealing them? And he says that when the pines go, the tribe will die."
"I paid for the pine," insisted Levine. "An Indian has no idea of buying and selling. It's a cruel incident, this breaking up of the reservation, but it's like cutting off a leg to save the patient's life. Sentiment is wasted."
"That's the great trouble with America, these days," said Amos, his pipe bowl glowing in the summer darkness.
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