by L. T. Meade and Robert Eustace, The Sorceress of the Strand — The Blood-Red Cross (1903)
“ With a fierce gesture she tore the cross from her neck and flung it on the floor."The pearls for this," she cried; "the pearls were the price; but I would rather you knew. Take me up to the brightest light and you will see for yourself."Rowland's face wore an expression impossible to fathom. The red cross lay on the floor; Antonia's eyes were fixed on his. She was no child to be humoured; she was a woman and despair was driving her wild. ”
