"
"And I, although I knew what it must be, wanted to hear Mrs. Ginniss
say that it was the very same bag and all, that she put about the
darling's neck soon after she went to her. But now"--
The quick snip of the scissors finished the sentence, and the bag
lay in Mrs. Legrange's palm. Sunshine's little hand went up rather
forlornly to her bosom, robbed of what it so long had cherished; and
Dora clasped her tighter, and kissed her tenderly: but neither
spoke, until Mrs. Legrange drew from the bag, and held before them,
the coral bracelet, with its linked cameos, broken at one point by
the force with which Mother Winch had torn it from the child's
shoulder, and with the clasp still closed.
Mrs. Legrange opened it, touched the spring, causing the upper plate
to fly up, and silently showed to Dora the name "Antoinette
Legrange" engraved within.
"Not quite two years since it was engraved, and what a life of
sorrow!" said she softly.
Then, going to her jewel-case, she took out the mate, saved as a
sacred relic since the day it had been found upon the floor in the
drawing-room after 'Toinette's flight, and handed it to the child,
saying,--
"Here is the other one, darling; and you may, if you like, give it
to Dora for your wedding-present.
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