Put it on your chain again.

I'm sure it's a true little god.

Take it back to please me." As there was nothing, from lapping up Eisel to killing a crocodile, that Paul would not have done, in the fulness of his wondering gratitude, for his dearest lady, he meekly attached the heart to his chain and put it in his pocket.
"I must tell you," said he, "that the lady--she seemed a goddess to me then--chose me as her champion in a race, a race of urchins at a Sunday school treat, and I didn't win.

But she gave me the cornelian heart as a prize." "But as my champion you will win," said Miss Winwood.

"My dear boy," she said, and her eyes grew very tender as she laid her hand on the young man's arm, "believe what an old woman is telling you is true.
Don't throw away any little shred of beauty you've ever had in your life.