We sent a message to the goldsmith in London who mends her jewels, asking him to watch for this necklace, and so we waited.

At last we heard news.

An amethyst which we do not doubt is ours came to the goldsmith to be put in a ring; but there was no necklace with it.

I came here to see if I could do something, but I have been here for some time and can devise no plan.
If she still possess the other part, to speak would be to cause its destruction, and how can I find out without asking if she still has by her the thing that would prove her crime?
Do not be angry with me when I tell you this.

Remember it was not I who presumed to suspect the wife of your priest, but the English boy, who knew her well.' 'Yes,' said the curate, 'I shall remember that.' He had grown tired of standing in the wind, and had sat down on the frosty grass below the cross.