He was handsome, an' as fine an' gallant a Southern gentleman as I ever seen.
Frank came of an old family.

You come of the best of blood, lass, and blood tells." Bess slipped through his arm to her knees and hugged the locket to her bosom, and lifted wonderful, yearning eyes.
"It--can't--be--true!" "Thank God, lass, it is true," replied Lassiter.

"Jane an' Bern here--they both recognize Milly.

They see Milly in you.

They're so knocked out they can't tell you, that's all." "Who are you ?" whispered Bess.
"I reckon I'm Milly's brother an' your uncle!...