"The Carew cottage was entered last night," said Killigrew, "and twenty thousand in diamonds are gone.

Getting uncomfortably close.

You and your mother, Kitty, had better let me take your jewels into town to-day." "We have nothing out here but trinkets." "Trinkets! Do you call that fire-opal a trinket?
Better let me take it into town, anyway.

I'm Irish enough to be superstitious about opals." "That's nonsense." "Maybe." "Oh, well; if the thought of having it around makes you nervous, I'll give it to you.

The Crawfords and Mr.Forbes are coming down this afternoon.