"I was disturbed because I imagined intrigue, and a purpose to rob me of something I prize more dearly than life--the love of my Jessie." "Intrigue!" was answered; "you fill me with surprise.

Mrs.Denison, if I understand her, is incapable of anything so dishonorable." "I don't know." Mr.Dexter spoke with the manner of one in doubt, and as if questioning his own thoughts.

"She has filled my mind with dark suspicions.

Why, Jessie!" and he assumed a more animated exterior, "she went so far as to intimate a disingenuous spirit in you!" "In me!" Miss Loring's surprise was natural.

"Disingenuousness!" "That word is not the true one," said Dexter.