I never saw you look like that before." She laughed a little.
"You would call me foolish if I told you what I was thinking about.
Never mind, it has gone wherever thoughts go.

I will tell you what I am thinking about now, which is--that it is about time we got out of this place.

My uncle and Bessie must be half distracted." "We've had more than two months of it now.

The relieving column can't be far off," suggested John; for these foolish people in Pretoria laboured under a firm belief that one fine morning they would be gratified with a vision of the light dancing down a long line of British bayonets, and of Boers evaporating in every direction like storm clouds before the sun.
Jess shook her head.

She was beginning to lose faith in relieving columns that never came.
"If we don't help ourselves, my opinion is that we may stop here till we are starved out, which in fact we are.