I believe that she has only one fault, and it is that she thinks too much about me.

Uncle said that he had told you how we came here first when I was eight years old.

Well, I remember that when we lost our way on the veldt that night, and it rained so and was so cold, Jess took off her own shawl and wrapped it round me over my own.

Well, it has been just like that with her always.

I am always to have the shawl--everything is to give way to me.