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"
And
there
is
a
bracelet
to
match
it
,
"
said
Celia
.
"
We
did
not
notice
this
at
first
.
"
"
They
are
lovely
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
slipping
the
ring
and
bracelet
on
her
finely
turned
finger
and
wrist
,
and
holding
them
towards
the
window
on
a
level
with
her
eyes
.
All
the
while
her
thought
was
trying
to
justify
her
delight
in
the
colors
by
merging
them
in
her
mystic
religious
joy
.
"
You
WOULD
like
those
,
Dorothea
,
"
said
Celia
,
rather
falteringly
,
beginning
to
think
with
wonder
that
her
sister
showed
some
weakness
,
and
also
that
emeralds
would
suit
her
own
complexion
even
better
than
purple
amethysts
.
"
You
must
keep
that
ring
and
bracelet
—
if
nothing
else
.
But
see
,
these
agates
are
very
pretty
and
quiet
.
"
"
Yes
!
I
will
keep
these
—
this
ring
and
bracelet
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
Then
,
letting
her
hand
fall
on
the
table
,
she
said
in
another
tone
—
"
Yet
what
miserable
men
find
such
things
,
and
work
at
them
,
and
sell
them
!
"
She
paused
again
,
and
Celia
thought
that
her
sister
was
going
to
renounce
the
ornaments
,
as
in
consistency
she
ought
to
do
.
"
Yes
,
dear
,
I
will
keep
these
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
decidedly
.
"
But
take
all
the
rest
away
,
and
the
casket
.
"
She
took
up
her
pencil
without
removing
the
jewels
,
and
still
looking
at
them
.
She
thought
of
often
having
them
by
her
,
to
feed
her
eye
at
these
little
fountains
of
pure
color
.
"
Shall
you
wear
them
in
company
?
"
said
Celia
,
who
was
watching
her
with
real
curiosity
as
to
what
she
would
do
.
Dorothea
glanced
quickly
at
her
sister
.
Across
all
her
imaginative
adornment
of
those
whom
she
loved
,
there
darted
now
and
then
a
keen
discernment
,
which
was
not
without
a
scorching
quality
.
If
Miss
Brooke
ever
attained
perfect
meekness
,
it
would
not
be
for
lack
of
inward
fire
.
"
Perhaps
,
"
she
said
,
rather
haughtily
.
"
I
cannot
tell
to
what
level
I
may
sink
.
"
Celia
blushed
,
and
was
unhappy
:
she
saw
that
she
had
offended
her
sister
,
and
dared
not
say
even
anything
pretty
about
the
gift
of
the
ornaments
which
she
put
back
into
the
box
and
carried
away
.
Dorothea
too
was
unhappy
,
as
she
went
on
with
her
plan
-
drawing
,
questioning
the
purity
of
her
own
feeling
and
speech
in
the
scene
which
had
ended
with
that
little
explosion
