Out of it he took a small plush box.

It was so small that it lay in the palm of his hand as he held it out to Father Roland.
Deeper lines had gathered about his mouth.
"Give this to Marie--for me." Father Roland took the box.

He did not look at it.

Steadily he gazed into David's eyes.
"What is it ?" he asked.
"A locket," replied David.

"It belonged to _her_.