A jealous rancor irked him at the thought of this beauty intended for the Frenchman's eyes.
"Can't you show yourself to me as well as to Poleon ?" he said.
"Certainly not!" she declared.

"He bought this dress for me, and I put it on to please him." Now she was herself again, for some note in the Lieutenant's voice gave her dominance over him.

"After he sees it I will take it off, and--" "Don't--don't take it off--ever," said Burrell.

"I thought you were beautiful before, because of your quaintness and simplicity, but now--" his chest swelled--"why, this is a breath from home.

You're like my sister and the girls back in Kentucky, only more wonderful." "Am I ?" she cried, eagerly.