Another thing which struck him as time went on, was that she was growing quite handsome.

She had been very pale and thin when he reached Pretoria, but before a month was over she had become, comparatively speaking, stout, which was an enormous gain to her appearance.

Her pale face, too, gathered a faint tinge of colour that came and went capriciously, like star-light on the water, and her beautiful eyes grew deeper and more beautiful than ever.
"Who would ever have thought that it was the same girl!" said Mrs.
Neville to him, holding up her hands as she watched Jess solemnly surveying a half-cooked mutton chop.

"Why, she used to be such a poor creature, and now she's quite a fine woman.

And that with this life, too, which is wearing me to a shadow and has half-killed my dear daughter." "I suppose it is being in the open air," said John, it having never occurred to him that the medicine that was doing Jess so much good might be happiness.