I bent forward eagerly . A layer of tissue paper revealed itself , with a fine tracing of sifted dust in its crinkles . `` Lift it up , child , '' said my aunt gently . `` There are no ghosts for you , at least , in this old chest . '' I lifted the paper up and saw that the chest was divided into two compartments . Lying on the top of one was a small , square , inlaid box . This Mrs. DeLisle took up and carried to the window . Lifting up the cover she laid it in my lap . `` There , Amy , look through it and let us see what old treasures have lain hidden there these forty years . '' The first thing I took out was a small square case covered with dark purple velvet . The tiny clasp was almost rusted away and yielded easily . I gave a little cry of admiration . Aunt Winnifred bent over my shoulder . `` That is Eliza 's portrait at the age of twenty , and that is Willis Starr 's . Was she not lovely , Amy ? '' Lovely indeed was the face looking out at me from its border of tarnished gilt . It was the face of a young girl , in shape a perfect oval , with delicate features and large dark-blue eyes . Her hair , caught high on the crown and falling on her neck in the long curls of a bygone fashion , was a warm auburn , and the curves of her bare neck and shoulders were exquisite . `` The other picture is that of the man to whom she was betrothed . Tell me , Amy , do you think him handsome ? ''
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