"Because she's a fire-opal, and to the world at large they bring bad luck. And yet—Wait a little, you’d better have every bit of it. He was painfully in earnest, too. "I cannot part with him," replied the widow, bursting into tears; "indeed, indeed, I cannot. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. “Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape. “Dear me! I wonder what I ought to do. "Couldn't you speak to him?" "What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!" "That is it. "He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief.
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