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XXVI. Scene on the Verge of the Hay-Mead

           

           "Ihavenotjustatpresent—Iamabouttogetanewone."

           "No.Youshallbegivenone.Yes—youshall.Agift,MissEverdene—agift."

           Andbeforesheknewwhattheyoungmanwasintending,aheavygoldwatchwasinherhand.

           "Itisanunusuallygoodoneforamanlikemetopossess,"hequietlysaid."Thatwatchhasahistory.Pressthespringandopentheback."

           Shedidso.

           "Whatdoyousee?"

           "Acrestandamotto."

           "Acoronetwithfivepoints,andbeneath,Ceditamorrebus—’Loveyieldstocircumstance.’It’sthemottooftheEarlsofSevern.Thatwatchbelongedtothelastlord,andwasgiventomymother’shusband,amedicalman,forhisusetillIcameofage,whenitwastobegiventome.ItwasallthefortunethateverIinherited.Thatwatchhasregulatedimperialinterestsinitstime—thestatelyceremonial,thecourtlyassignation,pompoustravels,andlordlysleeps.Nowitisyours."

           "But,SergeantTroy,Icannottakethis—Icannot!"sheexclaimed,withround-eyedwonder."Agoldwatch!Whatareyoudoing?Don’tbesuchadissembler!"

           Thesergeantretreatedtoavoidreceivingbackhisgift,whichsheheldoutpersistentlytowardshim.Bathshebafollowedasheretired.

           "Keepit—do,MissEverdene—keepit!"saidtheerraticchildofimpulse."Thefactofyourpossessingitmakesitworthtentimesasmuchtome.Amoreplebeianonewillanswermypurposejustaswell,andthepleasureofknowingwhoseheartmyoldonebeatsagainst—well,Iwon’tspeakofthat.Itisinfarworthierhandsthaneverithasbeeninbefore.

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