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There was silence for a moment and then Price said awkwardly: "It is a pity you haven't the chain or you could wear the ruby for the rest of the evening."
She turned her eyes from the window and stared at him. "I have the chain -- " She raised her hand to the tip of her bodice -- "but -- but -- you can't mean -- it isn't possible that you can forgive me."