and Amy 's listless face brightened . `` Speak low ; there are balconies all about us , and we may be overheard , '' said Helen , drawing nearer after an upward glance . `` What is the beginning of a romance ? '' whispered Amy , eagerly . `` A pair of gloves . Just now , as I stood here , and you lay with your eyes shut , these dropped from the balcony overhead . Now amuse yourself by weaving a romance out of them and their owner . '' Amy seized them , and stepping inside the window , examined them by the candle . `` A gentleman 's gloves , scented with violets ! Here 's a little hole fretted by a ring on the third finger . Bless me ! here are the initials , 'S . P. , ' stamped on the inside , with a coat of arms below . What a fop to get up his gloves in this style ! They are exquisite , though . Such a delicate color , so little soiled , and so prettily ornamented ! Handsome hands wore these . I 'd like to see the man . '' Helen laughed at the girl 's interest , and was satisfied if any trifle amused her ennui . `` I will send them back by the kellner , and in that way we may discover their owner , '' she said .
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