Since I have been the puppet, since even God mocks me by bringing you here, take the locket." She looked, not at the locket nor at the hand which held it, but into his eyes.

In hers the wrath was gone; there was even a humorous sparkle under the heavy lashes.

She made no sign that she saw the jeweled miniature.

She was thinking how strong he was, how handsomely dignity and pride sat upon his face.
"Will you take it ?" he repeated.
Her hands went slowly behind her back.
"Does this mean that, having lain upon my heart for more than a year, it is no longer of value to you ?" He laid the chain and locket upon the table.

"Yesterday I had thought my cup was full." The mask lay crumpled at his feet, and he recovered it absently.