When he threw them round my neck he told me that they were my own;--so he did.

How can a woman give up such a present,--from a husband,--who is dead?
As to the value, I care nothing.

But I won't do it." By this time Lady Eustace was in tears, and had so far succeeded as to have produced some amount of belief in Miss Macnulty's mind.
"If they are your own, they can't take them from you," said Miss Macnulty.
"They sha'n't.

They shall find that I've got some spirit left." Then she reflected that a real Corsair lover would protect her jewels for her;--would guard them against a score of Camperdowns.

But she doubted whether Lord Fawn would do much in that way.