'Oh, by-the-by, I have something for you,' said her lover, 'something in
the way of ornaments, but I don't suppose you'd care to wear them
to-day. I'll run and get them.'
He went back to the house, leaving Mary sitting on the rustic bench
under the fine old copper beech, a tree that had been standing long
before Lady Maulevrier enlarged the old stone house into a stately
villa. He returned in a few minutes, bringing a morocco bag about the
size of those usually carried by lawyers or lawyers' clerks.
'I don't think I have given you anything since we were engaged, Mary,'
he said, as he seated himself by her side.
Mary blushed, remembering how Clara, the maid, had remarked upon this
fact.
'You gave me my ring,' she said, looking down at the massive band of
gold, 'and you have given me ever so many delightful books.'
'Those were very humble gifts, Molly: but to-day I have brought you a
wedding present.'
He opened the bag and took out a red morocco case, and then half-a-dozen
more red morocco cases of various shapes and sizes.
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