Rafael Sabatini,
Fortune's Fool — Chapter XIII.
(1923)
“ Holles flushed this time in sheer delight. Often though Fortune had fooled him, yet she had not utterly quenched his faith in men. Thus, miraculously, in the eleventh hour had salvation come to him, and it had come through that precious ruby which a wise intuition had made him treasure so tenaciously.The Duke produced a purse of green silk netting, through the meshes of which glowed the mellow warmth of gold."Meanwhile, my friend—as an earnest of my good intent . . .""Not that, your grace." For the second time that day Holles waved back a proffered purse, his foolish pride in arms. ”
