Then she came gropingly back to me just as Dorothy returned.
"Take these, Cousin Malcolm," cried Dorothy.

"Here are a few stones of great value.

They belonged to my mother." Madge was sitting dejectedly upon the lowest step of the staircase.
Dorothy held her jewel-box toward me, and in the midst of the diamonds and gold I saw the heart John Manners had given her.

I did not take the box.
"Do you offer me this, too--even this ?" I said, lifting the heart from the box by its chain.--"Yes, yes," cried Dorothy, "even that, gladly, gladly." I replaced it in the box.
Then spoke Madge, while she tried to check the falling tears:--"Dorothy, you are a cruel, selfish girl." "Oh, Madge," cried Dorothy, stepping to her side and taking her hand.

"How can you speak so unkindly to me ?" "You have everything good," interrupted Madge.