He looked; there were many things hanging on the bangle. He touched a tiny gold pig swinging by a ring.
“Good heavens!”
“You gave me that,” said Jane, “and I’ve never parted with it.”
“What’s this?” said he, fingering a cabalistic-looking blue stone.
“That’s an inkh, I think; I’m not sure of the name. It’s lucky, or supposed to be.”
“Who gave it to you?”
“A boy at Cairo last winter.”
“How old was he?”
“Oh, about twenty.”
“And this?” said Leslie, picking out another charm in the form of a heart.