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Lowndes, Marie Adelaide Belloc, 1868-1947

"The Chink in the Armour"


But the necklace has already caused this lady to quarrel with a very good
and sure friend of hers--of that I am sure. And, as I tell you, I see in
the future that this necklace may cause her very serious trouble--indeed,
I see it wound like a serpent round her neck, pressing ever tighter and
tighter--"
She suddenly began shuffling the cards. "And now," she said in a tone of
relief, "I will deal with you, Madame," and she turned to Anna with a
smile.
Sylvia drew her chair a little away from the table.
She felt depressed and uncomfortable. What an odd queer kind of fortune
had been told her! And then it had all been so muddled. She could
scarcely remember what it was that _had_ been told her.
Two things, however, remained very clear in her mind: The one was the
absurd prediction that she might never go back to her own country; the
second was all that extraordinary talk about her pearls. As to the
promised lover, the memory of the soothsayer's words made her feel very
angry. No doubt Frenchwomen liked that sort of innuendo, but it only
disgusted her.


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