It was a costly ornament, pure gold and Bohemian garnets.

I did not let it lie there." "A miracle!" chuckled Cyriax, but the girl was obliged to conquer a severe attack of coughing before she could go on with her story.
"The chaplet fairly burned my hand.

I would gladly have given it back, but the woman was no longer before me.

Perhaps I might have returned it, but I won't say so positively.

However, there was no time to do it; the wedding party was coming, and on that account But what is the use of talking?
While I was still gazing, the owner discovered her loss.