Her lovely eyes lighted up as only a woman's eyes _can_ light up when they see jewelry.
Her grand head bent gracefully to receive the necklace.

Her face w armed into color; her beauty rallied its charms.

Her triumph over Grace Roseberry was complete! Julian's head sank.

For one sad moment he secretly asked himself the question: "Have I been mistaken in her ?" Horace arrayed her in the pearls.
"Your husband puts these pearls on your neck, love," he said, proudly, and paused to look at her.

"Now," he added, with a contemptuous backward glance at Grace, "we may go into the library.