Mainwaring had
worn as a guard to her wedding-ring. Jasmine much preferred the ring
to the lace, but she slipped it on her finger, intending to part with
it also, if the lace did not fetch enough money. She knew that
Primrose would be deeply hurt at the lace being sold, for she had over
and over said that come what might, they would not part with their few
little home mementoes; but Jasmine was past caring even for what
Primrose said to-night. With her lace wrapped up in an untidy parcel
she slipped downstairs. Bridget came into the hall to speak to her.
"Look here, missie, is it not a little late for you to be going out?"
"Oh, not at all, Biddy, dear. I am going a little way. I won't be
long."
Then Jasmine went up to the old servant and spoke in her most coaxing
and fascinating tones.
"Biddy, what did you say was the sign of a pawnshop?"
"A pawnshop, Miss Jasmine? Why, bless us and save us, miss, what have
you got to say to such places?"
"Oh, nothing in particular, Bridget, only I thought I would like to
know. I am always trying to get information on every kind of subject.
Is the pawnshop the sign of the three balls, Biddy?"
"Yes, yes, miss--what a curious young lady! There, run out and take
your walk quick, and come back as soon as possible, for though it's
close on Midsummer Day we'll have the night on us before you return if
you are not quick.
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