I love her.

She loves me.

Why shouldn't I be happy, now that I know I'm going to see her again very soon--and take her back into the South with me ?" "The devil!" grunted Jean.
"Perhaps you're jealous, Croisset," suggested Howland.

"Great Scott, I hadn't thought of _that!_" "I've got one of my own to love, M'seur; and I wouldn't trade her for all else in the world." "Damned if I can understand you," swore the engineer.

"You appear to be half human; you say you're in love, and yet you'd rather risk your life than help out Meleese and me.