Edith Wharton,
The Custom of the Country — Chapter XXVI
(1913)
“ Mrs. Heeny's very reserve, however, now marked her as a safe adviser; and Undine sprang up and called her in. "My sakes. Undine! You look's if you'd been setting up all night with a remains!" the masseuse exclaimed in her round rich tones.Undine, without answering, caught up the pearls and thrust them into Mrs. Heeny's hands."Good land alive!" The masseuse dropped into a chair and let the twist slip through her fat flexible fingers. "Well, you got a fortune right round your neck whenever you wear them, Undine Spragg." ”
