Some agitated movement occasioned a twitch of the silken chain. The sleeper started and woke. Her thoughts were usually now somewhat scattered on waking, her look generally wandering. Half rising, as if in terror, she exclaimed, "Don't take it from me, Robert! Don't! It is my last comfort; let me keep it. I never tell any one whose hair it is; I never show it."

With an agitated movement, the sleeper started and woke. Half rising, as if in terror, she exclaimed, "Don't take it from me, Robert! It is my last comfort; let me keep it. I never tell anyone whose hair it is; I never show it."
