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'Hello, Pocahontas. Do you remember me?'

John Rolfe went out, and Smith waited. After a minute he said: 'You are a wife now, and a mother.'
'Yes.' Pocahontaslooked at him and tried to smile.
'Do I look different?' he asked. 'I'm older, I know.'
'No, you don't look different,' she said. 'But-why did you go away from Virginia?''1 had an accident,' he said. 'I was very ill. So I came back to England, and after two years I got better.'
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'In Jamestown they told me you were dead.' 'Dead? No,not me.'
'But you didn't tell me! You didn't write me a letter -not one letter in eight years, John Smith!'
'But you were a child, Pocahontas. You couldn't read!'
'Well, Ican read now!' she said angrily. 'Perhaps I was a child, John Smith, but my father gave you to me - that day in my father's village long ago. Do you remember? That day wasthe beginning of my love for you.'
He looked at her sadly with those beautiful blue eyes, and she was a child again. She remembered everything.
'You didn't love me,' shesaid. 'You never loved me.1
'I... don't know about love,' he said slowly. 'You are the daughter of a King, Pocahontas, and I'm not rich, or important. I never had a wife;perhaps I don't understand women. And you were a child, Pocahontas.'
T was a child - but I loved you, and you went away,' she said. 'For eight years I heard nothing from you.'For a long time he said nothing. Then he said. 'I'm sorry, Pocahontas. I was wrong.'
T loved you so much,' she said sadly. Then the door opened and her little son, Thomas,came in. 'But now I have a son and a husband,' she said. 'And they love me. You and I cannot be friends. Goodbye, John Smith:
'Goodbye, Pocahontas.' He looked at her for a