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But the figure, and the rounded grace and fulness of it, together with the features and the eyes, completed as fine a specimen of physical and mental health as ever it has been my fortune to meet; there was something so full of purpose and resolve something so wholesome, too, about the character something so womanly I might almost say manly, and would, but for the petty prejudice maybe occasioned by the trivial fact of a locket having dropped from her bosom as she knelt; and that trinket still dangles in my memory even as it then dangled and dropped back to its concealment in her breast as she arose.
"It is a great country, full of great ideas and great men, Highness." "And you will go back?" "Soon, Highness." The mare, knowing that this was the way home, grew restive and began prancing and pawing the road. She reined in quickly. As she did so, something yellow flashed downward and tinkled as it struck the ground. Grumbach hastened forward. "My locket," said her highness anxiously.
Under her light shawl her hand felt for and held the locket which contained the blood-stained blue ribbon. "Haven't you waited long enough? I believe she would wait an eternity for you, but don't try her. Speak now." "My dear Nell," he stammered, "it is only a fortnight or so from the day that should have been our wedding day." "I was thinking as much. What have you had in your mind?
He next proceeded to perform the last offices to the remains of Colonel Despard. On removing the sand something bright struck his eye. It was a gold locket. As he tried to open it the rusty hinge broke, and the cover came off.
Peter recommended rum, so to please 'em he 'ad both. It brought 'is colour back, but not 'is cheerfulness. He gave 'em both the slip next morning; which was easy, as Ginger was wearing the locket, and, arter fust 'aving a long ride for nothing owing to getting in the wrong train, he got to Barnet. It was a big place; big enough to 'ave a dozen Orange Villas, but pore Sam couldn't find one.
Beneath the folds of her bodice nestled the old locket. She never displayed it now. It had returned to her sanctified in her eyes; made precious as material things sometimes are by being forever identified with a significant moment of one's existence. A hundred times she had read over the letter with which the locket had come back to her. No later than that morning she had again pored over it.
"The Vicomte de Castel Aunet who is so clever a mechanician has promised to bring his tools," said Monsieur de Gemosac. "He will open it for us even if he find it necessary to break the locket." So the thing went round the room until it came to Loo Barebone. "I have seen it before," he said. "I think I remember seeing it long ago when I was a little child."
"Look and see." Patty opened the locket and found it contained a most attractive picture of Kenneth's handsome, boyish face. "What a splendid likeness!" she exclaimed; "you're awfully good-looking, Ken, and I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll wear the locket with pleasure sometimes, you know, not all the time, of course until I find somebody who is handsomer than you, or whom I like better."
You will find the Marquis anxious to be up and doing at once. You go so slowly in Farlingford, Captain. The world is hurrying on and this chance will be gone past before we are ready. Let us get these small proofs of identity collected together as soon as possible. Let us find that locket. But do not force it open. Give it to me as it is. Let us find the papers."
To this Castelroux made no difficulty. "Why, yes," said he, and he produced it. "I crave your pardon for not having done the thing of my own accord. What can the Keeper of the Seals want with that picture?" I thanked him, and pocketed the locket. "Poor lady!" he sighed, a note of compassion in his voice. "By my soul, Monsieur de Lesperon, fine work this for soldiers, is it not? Diable!
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