"I cannot even tell you of what the necklace is composed.

It may be of gold, of silver, of diamonds, of pearls--it may be, I'm inclined to think it is, composed of Egyptian scarabei.

They, as you know, often bring terrible ill-fortune in their train, especially when they have been taken from the bodies of mummies.
But the necklace has already caused this lady to quarrel with a very good and sure friend of hers--of that I am sure.

And, as I tell you, I see in the future that this necklace may cause her very serious trouble--indeed, I see it wound like a serpent round her neck, pressing ever tighter and tighter--" She suddenly began shuffling the cards.

"And now," she said in a tone of relief, "I will deal with you, Madame," and she turned to Anna with a smile.
Sylvia drew her chair a little away from the table.
She felt depressed and uncomfortable.