But already Harney's watch was repaired, and he laid his hand
on her arm and drew her from her dream.
"Which do you like best?" he asked leaning over the counter at her side.
"I don't know...." She pointed to a gold lily-of-the-valley with white
flowers.
"Don't you think the blue pin's better?" he suggested, and immediately
she saw that the lily of the valley was mere trumpery compared to the
small round stone, blue as a mountain lake, with little sparks of light
all round it. She coloured at her want of discrimination.
"It's so lovely I guess I was afraid to look at it," she said.
He laughed, and they went out of the shop; but a few steps away he
exclaimed: "Oh, by Jove, I forgot something," and turned back and
left her in the crowd. She stood staring down a row of pink gramophone
throats till he rejoined her and slipped his arm through hers.
"You mustn't be afraid of looking at the blue pin any longer, because it
belongs to you," he said; and she felt a little box being pressed into
her hand.
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