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For answer Peggy drew her revolver from under her pillow and tiptoed to the tent flap. It faced the water hole and in the bright white moonlight a clear view of it could be obtained. But after a prolonged scrutiny Jess's plucky chum was unable to make out any objects other than the usual ones appertaining to the camp. "Imagination, my dear," she said, with positiveness.
But this glove, I say, may not have been that woman's, and if it was, she had not then bedevilled him. He was too sheepish to demand it back from his mother, and already he cared for it too much to laugh at Jess's theft with Leeby. So it was that a curious game at chess was played with the glove, the players a silent pair.
Let not our hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid, for this is not our abiding home, and may we all meet in Thy house, where there are many mansions, and where there will be no last night. Amen." It was a silent kitchen after that, though the lamp burned long in Jess's window. By its meagre light you may take a final glance at the little family; you will never see them together again.
Jess's window was a beacon by night to travellers in the dark, and it will be so in the future when there are none to remember Jess. There are many such windows still, with loving faces behind them. From them we watch for the friends and relatives who are coming back, and some, alas! watch in vain.
I'm little feared o' ye or ony like ye. Jess's good Scots was infinitely better and more vigorous than the English of the lady's maid. "I beg your pardon, Jess. I am a passionate, hasty man. I am sure I meant no harm. "Keep yer kisses for them that likes them. The young man's no landlouper ony mair nor yersel' no as mickle indeed, but a very proper young man, wi' a face as bonny as an angel "
The curtain went up on the last act and the girls became quiet They watched Janet Steele, as the dark lady of the roses, move again across the stage. She was very graceful and very pretty. The boys out front applauded her enthusiastically. Laura pinched Jess's arm. "Janet certainly has made a hit," she whispered. "Well," admitted Jess, "she deserves their applause.
Satisfied that Meg was safe in bed, Saunders put his hand on Jess's shoulder the sleek-haired, candle-greased deceiver that he was. "Jess, ye're bonny," said he. "Na, na," said Jess, very demurely, "it's no me that's bonny its Meg!" Jess was still looking at him, and interested in getting all the rough wool off the collar of his homespun coat.
Again Jess essayed a bark; and this time the predominant note in her cry was so clearly one of anguish that the three dingoes took it almost as an encouragement, for Nature had not endowed them with a sense of what we call pity for weakness or distress. They thought Jess's cry was an appeal for mercy, and mercy was foreign to their blood.
Five huge strides he took in their rear; and then the power of thought, or telepathy, or something of the sort, stopped him dead in the middle of his stride, and he almost turned a somersault in wheeling round to Jess's assistance.
I have been right down the Kloof after you, and got a nasty fall over it." "It is very good of you," she said in a low voice, and again their eyes met, and again her glance thrilled him. There was such a wonderful light in Jess's eyes that night. Half an hour afterwards they sat down as usual to supper.
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