The lace of her cuff, in falling back, left her wrist exposed.
"What a curious bracelet you have!" said M.Langis.
"Have you not seen it before ?" she replied.

"It is some time since----" She interrupted herself, a sudden idea occurring to her.

She looked at her wrist.

This bracelet from which she never was parted--this bracelet that Count Larinski had given to her--this bracelet that he loved because it had belonged to his mother, and that the late Countess Larinski had worn as long as she lived--resembled none other; but Mlle.
Moriaz observed that it had a strong resemblance to the Persian bracelet that the Princess Gulof had described to her, and which she had exchanged for Samuel Brohl.

The three gold plates, the grotesque animals, the filigree network--nothing was wanting.