I suppose that it is on account of Bessie." "Yes, that's it," said Jess: "he is, or was, madly in love with Bessie." "It is curious to think that a man like that can be in love," remarked John as he lit his pipe, "but it only shows what queer mixtures people are.

I say, Jess, if this fellow hates me so much, what made him give me the pass, eh?
What's his game ?" Jess shook her head as she answered, "I don't know, John; I don't like it." "I suppose he can't mean to murder me; he did try it on once, you know." "Oh no, John," she answered with a sort of cry, "not that." "Well, I don't know that it would matter much," he said, with an approach to cheerfulness which was rather a failure.

"It would save one a deal of worry, and only anticipate things a bit.

But there, I frightened you, and I dare say that, for the present at any rate, he is an honest man, and has no intentions on my person.

Look! there is Mouti calling us.