It was on this sight that Jane Porter again opened her eyes.

You are Jane Porter, I saw it in your letter.

Jane Porter sank weak and trembling against the side of the boat.

Jane Porter had not spoken for three days.

As he returned Jane Porter walked to meet him.

Could it have been for love of Jane Porter?

Jane Porter closed her eyes as Clayton reached beneath the coat.

He married early in his professorial life, to Jane Porter.

Jane Porter saw the great form disappear from the window, and then she, too, fainted, the revolver falling at her side.

But know that I am always your friend, Jane Porter.