Out of the casket she took a roll of soft leather.

This she undid and uttered a little cry of joy, for there lay a necklace of the most lovely pearls that she had ever seen.

Nor was this all, for threaded on the pearls was a ring, and cut upon its emerald bezel the head of Marcus, and her own head taken from the likeness she had given him.
"Look! Nou, look!" said Miriam, showing her the beauteous trinkets.
"A sight to make old eyes glisten," answered Nehushta handling them.

"I know something of pearls, and these are worth a fortune.

Happy maid, to whom is given such a lover." "Unhappy maid who can never be a happy wife," sighed Miriam, her blue eyes filling with tears.
"Grieve not; that still may chance," answered Nehushta, as she fastened the pearls about Miriam's neck.