I saw the object itself.

It told its story.

No wonder it's cheap." "But it's exquisite," Charlotte, as if with an interest in it now made even tenderer and stranger, found herself moved to insist.
"Of course it's exquisite.

That's the danger." Then a light visibly came to her--a light in which her friend suddenly and intensely showed.
The reflection of it, as she smiled at him, was in her own face.

"The danger--I see--is because you're superstitious." "Per Dio, I'm superstitious! A crack is a crack--and an omen's an omen." "You'd be afraid-- ?" "Per Bacco!" "For your happiness ?" "For my happiness." "For your safety ?" "For my safety." She just paused.