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Belmont called and took Dick and me a drive in the park, and afterwards to Tiffany's, the great place for jewellery and such things. Dick went then to hear Mr. Baillie Hamilton's organ, and Hedley walked to the Millers, where Mrs. Belmont took us for an afternoon party they had got up for my benefit.
Our hero, on being released from arrest, had sought Mr. Preston, and the latter obligingly agreed to go with him to Tiffany's, and certify to his honesty, that, if the ring should be brought there, it might be retained for him. Paul did not recognize the clerk, but the latter at once remembered him. "Are you not the boy that brought a diamond ring into our store this morning?" he asked.
There was a rush for Blue Bonnet's side of the table, where that young person was deluged with caresses and many expressions of gratitude. "It's Uncle Cliff he did it," Blue Bonnet managed to say when she could extricate herself. "That is, he suggested it gave me the money and I had them made at Tiffany's."
"I didn't know you seen me," said he simply; and placed in my hand three pearls, either of them worth more than all I had paid him, and one of them the largest and best I had ever seen it is the pearl famous as the "Belle Helène," the finest ever taken in fresh waters in America, so it is said by Tiffany's. I looked at him quietly, and handed him back all but the one pearl.
Suppose they decide to rob the Guarantee Trust Company of New York or Tiffany's. The robbery itself would be the simplest part of the thing. It is getting the swag away that worries the criminals. Suppose they pull this robbery off and the police put a net around the city to guard against their escape. Mr. Thief and his gang sail away calmly over the heads of the police.
Tiffany couldn't tell why they had ever accepted that situation. It didn't seem to her even decent. "You'll perplex me greatly, dear Aunt Mattie, if you don't let her remain now!" said Eleanor, looking up from her packing. This remark, cryptic though it was, came as a fresh shower to Mrs. Tiffany's curiosity.
"Of course," Phyllis and Janet answered, laughing. "Now, don't bother Janet," Miss Carter interrupted before Phyllis could say anything more; "she is busy looking at the city, and I know she would rather do that than listen to you. We are on Fifth Avenue now, dear, and that lovely building on your right is Tiffany's." Janet looked out of first one window and then the other.
To judge from his air of easy indifference, he might readily have been taken for a substantial citizen in excellent circumstances; but then appearances are oftentimes deceitful, and they were especially so in the present instance. He made his way quickly to Broadway, and thence to Tiffany's, at that time not so far uptown as at present.
Do you see who she looks like?" Mrs. Theory said to her husband. "She looks like a woman who has run up a big bill at Tiffany's," this gentleman answered. "She looks like my sister-in-law; the eyes, the mouth, the way the hair's done, the whole thing." "Which do you mean? You have got about a dozen." "Why, Georgina, of course, Georgina Roy. She's awfully like."
The brown stone building opposite, is Brooks' clothing house, the largest and finest in the country. Between Broome and Spring streets, are the marble and brown stone buildings of the famous St. Nicholas Hotel. On the block above, and opposite, is Tiffany's, too well known to need a description. On the corner of Prince street, is Ball & Black's, a visit to which palace is worth a trip to the city.
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