Oh, John, I feel deep shame in telling you, but my love is terribly jealous.
At times a jealousy comes over me so fierce and so distracting that under its influence I am mad, John, mad.

I then see nothing in its true light; my eyes seem filled with--with blood, and all things appear red or black and--and--oh! John, I pray you never again cause me jealousy.

It makes a demon of me." You may well know that John was nonplussed.
"I cause you jealousy ?" he asked in surprise.

"When did I--" But Dorothy interrupted him, her eyes flashing darkly and a note of fierceness in her voice.

He saw for himself the effects of jealousy upon her.
"That white--white Scottish wanton! God's curse be upon her! She tried to steal you from me." "Perhaps she did," replied John, smilingly, "of that I do not know.