It did not even need, while she turned to whisper something to her companion, that the cloak she wore should open a little, revealing on her breast a necklace of emerald beetles separated by inlaid shells of pale and ancient gold.
She was watching the procession with interest, yet somewhat idly, when she caught sight of me, whom, from where she stood, she could scarcely have seen before.

Of a sudden her face grew doubtful and troubled, like to that of one who has just received some hurt.

She saw the ornament about my neck.

She turned pale and had she not gripped the arm of the man beside her, would, I think, have fallen.

Then her eyes caught mine, and Fate had us in its net.
She leaned forward, gazing, gazing, all her soul in those dark eyes, and I, too, gazed and gazed.