her sister, built a house in Concord
, and this circumstance made a new tie and another home for Margaret.
It was soon evident that there was somewhat a little pagan about her; that she had some faith more or less distinct in a fate, and in a guardian genius; that her fancy, or her pride, had played with her religion.
She had a taste for gems, ciphers, talismans, omens, coincidences, and birth-days.
She had a special love for the planet Jupiter
, and a belief that the month of September was inauspicious to her. She never forgot that her name, Margarita, signified a pearl.
When I first met with the name Leila,
I knew, from the very look and sound, it was mine; I knew that it meant night,—night, which brings out stars, as sorrow brings out truths.
Sortilege she valued.
She tried sortes <*>icae
, and her hits were memorable.
I think each new book which interested her, she was disposed to put to this test, and know if it had somewhat personal to say to her. As happens to such persons, these guesses were justified by the event.
She chose carbuncle for her own stone, and when a dear friend was to give her a gem, this was the one selected.
She valued what she had somewhere read, that carbuncles are male and female.
The female casts out light, the male has his within himself.
“Mine,” she said, “is the male.”
And she was wont to put on her carbuncle, a bracelet, or some selected gem, to write letters to certain friends.
One of her friends she coupled with the onyx, another in a decided way with the amethyst.
She learned that the ancients esteemed this gem a talisman to dispel intoxication, to give good thoughts and understanding.