A rose flush came on her cheeks, her lips pouted redly, and her eyes glittered under a mist.

She thrust her shining fingers through her hair, and it stood up like a golden spray over her temples.

Rose at that minute was wonderful.
Something akin to the gleam of the jewels seemed to have waked within her.

She felt a warmth of love and ownership of which she had never known herself capable.

She felt that the girl and her jewels, the girl who was the greatest jewel of all, was her very own.