It will be your last throuble with me, I think--at laste, I hope so--oh, I hope so!" "Who talks about typhus fever ?" asked Henderson, starting out of the chaise with alarm.

"What means this?
Explain yourself." "I can no more explain it," replied the Prophet, "than you can.

I left my daughter lyin' in bed of typhus faver, not more than three or four hours ago; an' if I'm to believe my ears, I find her in the carriage with you now!" "I'm here," she replied; "help me out." "Oh, I see it all now," observed Henderson, in a fit of passion, aggravated by the bitterness of his disappointment--"I see your trick; an' so, you old scoundrel, you thought to impose your termagant daughter upon me instead of Miss Sullivan, and she reeking with typhus fever, too, by your own account.

For this piece of villany I shall settle with you, however, never fear.

Typhus fever! Good God!--and I so dreadfully afraid of it all along, that I couldn't bear to look near a house in which it was, nor approach any person even recovering out of it.