Yet there was nothing else for it.

Back the necklace must go.

I could but pray--and earnestly I did pray--that my fears might not be realized.
I found myself opposite the gun-maker's shop; and it struck me that I might probably fail to see Marie alone that evening.

I had no means of defense--I had never thought any necessary.

But now a sudden nervousness got hold of me: it seemed to me as if my manner must betray to everyone that I carried the necklace--as if the lump in my coat stood out conspicuous as Mont St.Michel itself.