They put me in mind of the chain she lost, the day she and Cornelia went with me to Lynchborough, which loss Barbara persisted in declaring was my fault, for dragging her through the town sight-seeing, while Cornelia did her shopping--for it was then the chain was lost." "But I was only joking when I said so," was the interruption of Barbara.
"Of course it would have happened had you not been with me; the links were always snapping." "Well, these chains in the shop in London put me in mind of Barbara's misfortune, and I chose one.

Then the shopman brought forth some lockets, and enlarged upon their convenience for holding deceased relatives' hair, not to speak of sweethearts', until I told him he might attach one.

I thought it might hold that piece of hair you prize, Barbara," he concluded, dropping his voice.
"What piece ?" asked Mrs.Hare.
Mr.Carlyle glanced round the room, as if fearful the very walls might hear his whisper.

"Richard's.

Barbara showed it me one day when she was turning out her desk, and said it was a curl taken off in that illness." Mrs.Hare sank back in her chair, and hid her face in her hands, shivering visibly.