"Just see whether it fits, darling," he said. At the word "darling"
the prophet cast another despairing look about the shop, as though
he knew well the length of time that lovers could take over these
things if they once put their hearts into it. Maggie was ashamed of
her stubby finger as she put her hand forward--but the ring fitted
exactly.
"That's right," said Martin, "Now we'll have this put into a case."
"How wonderful he is," thought Maggie. Not as other women might have
thought, "I wonder how many times he's done this before." Maggie
thought then that it would be more proper to retire a little so that
she should not know the price--and she stood in the doorway of the
shop, looking upon the wind and weather in Bond Street and the
magnificent motor car that belonged to the lady with the pearls and
a magnificent chauffeur, who was so superior that it was probable
that the lady with the pearls belonged to him--and she saw none of
these things, but was conscious of herself and Martin wrapt together
in a mist of happiness that no outside force could penetrate.
As they walked away from the shop she said: "Of course I won't be
able to wear it.
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