It is many years since I saw it.

It was faded enough.

I remember that it had a fall, and would not open afterward.

No one has seen it for twenty-five years or so." "The locket or the portrait ?" inquired Colville, with a light laugh, with which to disclaim any suggestion of a cross-examination.
"The portrait." "And the locket ?" "My wife has it somewhere, I believe." Colville gave an impatient laugh.

For the peaceful air of Farlingford had failed to temper that spirit of energy and enterprise which he had acquired in cities--in Paris, most likely.