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The locket was a present from the Empress to the general, at least, so I interpreted an inscription on the back; and this shall I confess it? brought pleasure to my heart. Like one whose bosom bore some wondrous amulet, some charm against the approach of danger, I now rode at the head of my gallant band. Life had grown dearer to me, without death becoming more dreaded.
"Here is the necklet and the little ring and the paper with her name. Madame Bellestre placed these in my hand some time before she died." The chain was slender and of gold, the locket small; inside two painted miniatures but very diminutive, and both of them young. One would hardly be able to identify a middle aged person from them. There was no mark or initials, save an undecipherable monogram.
"Fourteen shillings," said the man who was bidding, breaking in upon the reflections of Mr. Edwards. The veil that had been drawn aside, fell instantly over the face of the young woman, and she shrunk back from her prominent position, yet still remained in the room. "Fourteen shillings is bid. Fourteen shillings! Are you all done? Fourteen shillings for a gold locket and miniature. Fourteen!
Twenty-five francs for a gold locket, ten francs for a bouquet, another ten for bonbons, and five for gratuities to the stage-doorkeeper! Make the calculation, my good Sir, and see what I had left. If it had not been for the five francs which I had found in Theodore's pocket last night, I would at this moment not only have been breakfastless, but also absolutely penniless.
"I'll publish anything you'll send me," Mr. Locket continued, as he went out. Peter had before this virtually given his word that for the letters he would treat only with the Promiscuous. The young man passed, during a portion of the rest of the day, the strangest hours of his life.
"Mr. Van Burnam, I have been told that the locket I see there dangling from your watch-chain contains a lock of your wife's hair. Is it so?" "I have a lock of her hair in this; yes." "Here is a lock clipped from the head of the unknown woman whose identity we seek. Have you any objection to comparing the two?"
She felt very proud of her chain and her little heart-shaped locket. She was even mad enough to fasten the chain round her neck that morning and hide it beneath her frock, and so go downstairs with the diamond resting on her heart. Miss Tredgold had wisely resolved that there were to be very few lessons that day.
Often they would pretend to be digging for gold, as they had heard Sammie Brown tell of his father having done, but they had given up hoping to find any. "But we might find my locket," said Rose. "And we might find that queer box the tide washed away before we could see what was in it," said Russ. "I wish we could find that."
"Crack me up to the old girl all you can; tell her I used to write to all sorts o' people when I got a drop of drink in me; say how thoughtful I always was of her. You might tell her about that gold locket I bought for her an' got robbed of." "Gold locket?" said the mate in tones of great surprise. "What gold locket? Fust I've heard of it."
"Where's she gone?" asked the inquisitive Bob. "Couldn't be that she found the locket and ran off with it?" "Why, you're almost horrid!" declared Betty, aggrieved. "You don't know what a nice girl Ida is." "Humph!" I don't believe you know how nice she is, or otherwise. You never saw her but once." "But she's seen the horse," giggled Bobby. "What horse?" demanded Bob. "Mr.
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