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Updated: July 25, 2025
Carter, Mrs Saville's maid, had departed to pay a visit to her relatives in the country, and in her absence her young mistress complacently folded her dressing-gown on top of muslin dresses, pressed a jewel-box over a chiffon bodice, and remarked, with a sigh of satisfaction, that it was a blessing to be able to wait on oneself, and to be beholden to no outsider; after which she straight-way left her keys on the dressing-table, and drove off to the station in blissful unconsciousness.
"There!" he went on, holding out what she saw at once was the lost ring. "I am so glad!" she said, and took it in her hand. "Where was it found?" "There's the point!" he returned. "That is just why I sent for you! Can you suggest any explanation of the fact that it was found, after all, in a corner of my wife's jewel-box? Who searched the box last?" "I do not know, sir." "Did you search it?"
"Reach me that jewel-box over there," she said. "Yes; bring it close I have the key. Here are two five-pound notes. And here take this ring, this bracelet they are worth far more than ten pounds get what you can for them." "I'd rather have the money," said Sabina; "but, if I must put up with this, I must. I'll be off in a couple of days."
It being an oblong square, the smooth and polished aspect in this union of two rich colors in it, this delicacy and minuteness of finish, this lavish ornament made me think of a lady's jewel-box; and if it could be reduced to the size of about a foot square, or less, it would make the very prettiest one that ever was seen.
But the picture that flashed through my mind was dearer than that and I put it away in that jewel-box that I am going to open some day for my own man. Both Mamie's nurse and cook had gone to the third funeral of the season and Mamie was feeding the entire family in the back yard.
I didn't deserve to warm my hands in its glow; but I forgot my falseness for a moment, and let whatever was good in me flow out in gratitude. I couldn't speak. I could only look, and kiss the old lady's tiny hand ungloved to hold mine, and hung with loose rings of rich, ancient fashion such as children love to be shown in mother's jewel-box.
He had provided himself with an electric pocket-torch, equipped with a reflector, which he was in the habit of carrying when on his travels. Once inside, having closed the door, he set this aglow, and looked about him. Spike had given him minute directions as to the position of the jewel-box. He found it without difficulty.
Miser never listened to the crispness of bank-notes with more avidity; woman never spent more time in shutting and opening her jewel-box. "I can write at last!" He knew that, comparatively speaking, he had never been able to write before. He remembered the fuss that had been made about his former books. "Pooh!" he said, addressing them contemptuously.
I also wanted to devote the fore part of the night, when my brain is always clearest, to an exhaustive study of the cipher found by Genevieve in the jewel-box. Until Stodger was ready to retire I could concentrate my whole mind upon it, I told myself, without fear of being disturbed.
She also gave him her jewel-box, to be presented to her mother-in-law. "But dress and jewels will not fill their hungry stomachs," said the rogue. "Very true; I had forgot: wait a moment," said the simple woman, going into the house once more.
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