A. E. W. Mason,
The Broken Road — XXXVI: "The Little Less…
(1907)
“ But, as he continued to look, the memories took substance, and he began to wonder whether in her fairyland it was "just not," too. She had what she had wanted—that was clear. A collar of pearls, fastened with a diamond bow, encircled her throat. A great diamond flashed upon her bosom. Was she satisfied? Did no memory of the short week during which she had longed to tread the road of fire and stones, the road of high endeavour, trouble her content?Linforth was curious. She was not paying much heed to the talk about the table. ”
