He is a Métis, that is, the son of a white father and Indian mother. He has dwelt long in cities where Europeans have conducted business, and speaks English and French very well; the other two chiefs are a Negro and an Indian: […]
She knew what Pete would say if she told him about it — he would say she was getting notional; and she did not want Pete to think of her as a notional woman. Notional women sometimes had a hard time marrying unless they had money.
His unhappiness was not due solely to the ravages of adolescence, the eccentricities of his family, exclusion from his peers' reindeer games, or even by living in the embodiment of Thornton Wilder's Our Town. It was all of those things and none of them.
Really, this is one chapter that really blew me away, Oh, sure, Ned's execution was shocking, but I always figured that Winterfell would remain this shining sanctuary for all the wayward Starklings to strive back towards....
