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She went to her jewel box and began hurriedly to toss over its glittering contents.
“I am positive I put my jewel box in the trunk,” insisted Mrs. Owen.
The jewel box and the lunatic's head were both beautiful receptacles, but the value had flown.
Presently she returned with Elena's hat and furs and jewel box.
Why, nothing happened, replied Cora, making up her mind instantly that the fewer persons who knew about the jewel box the better.
Yet, for all its disfigurement, Doris saw that it was a jewel box.
Have you ever heard your maid, Mary Barton, speak of possessing such a jewel box?
The whole place was as compact and sparkling as a jewel box.
Cora hardly knew how to tell her brother about the jewel box, but she finally managed to explain the peculiar happening.