Women in Love

“How lovely,” she cried.

She examined the gift.

“How perfectly lovely!” she cried again. “But why do you give them me?” She put the question offensively.

His face flickered with bored irritation. He shrugged his shoulders slightly.

“I wanted to,” he said, coolly.

“But why? Why should you?”

“Am I called on to find reasons?” he asked.

There was a silence, whilst she examined the rings that had been screwed up in the paper.

“I think they are beautiful,” she said, “especially this. This is wonderful—”

It was a round opal, red and fiery, set in a circle of tiny rubies.

“You like that best?” he said.

“I think I do.”

“I like the sapphire,” he said.

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