To begin it, with had no address whatever on the dirty envelope, which seemed curious.

In the second place, that envelope was sealed, apparently with a threepenny bit.
"Are you sure it is for me ?" asked Bessie.
"Yah, yah--sure, sure," answered the native, with a rude laugh.

"There are not many such white girls in the Transvaal.

I have made no mistake.

I have 'smelt you out.'" And he began to go through his catalogue--"Yellow hair that curls," &c .-- again.
Then Bessie opened the letter.