"Once you lose sight of Jess," she went on, "she might as well be dead for all you learn about her.

Not that one learns very much when she is here," she added reflectively.
"She is a peculiar woman," said John thoughtfully.

At first he had missed her very much, for, strange as she undoubtedly was, she had touched a new string in him, of the existence of which he had not till then been himself aware.

And what is more, it had answered strongly enough for some time; but now it was slowly vibrating itself into silence again, much as a harp does when the striker takes his fingers from the strings.

Had she stayed on another week or so the effect might have been more enduring.
But although Jess had gone away Bessie had not.