"So,
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Then he touched a spring in the wall and slowly the panelling slid open,
and behind it were the steel safes,
Newport Cigarettes, five, no, six of them, all of
burnished steel. He twisted a key; unlocked one; then another. Each was
lined with a pad of deep crimson velvet; in each lay jewels--bracelets,
necklaces, rings, tiaras, ducal coronets; loose stones in glass shells;
rubies, emeralds, pearls, diamonds. All safe, shining, cool, yet
burning, eternally, with their own compressed light.