But first. . . The cross was now on a chain of fine gold links.

She takes the five heavy gold links.

The gold links of her neck chain gleaming there in the lamplight.

The dark stone glimmered from its imprisonment behind the veil of tiny gold links.

Reaching out, he toyed with the tiny gold links circling her neck.

More of the heavy gold links will go.

Very carefully he shook off the dirt, with the circles and their gold links spread wide to keep the metal from rattling.

A necklace of gold links draped around his thick neck.

The gold links were cold like winter ice; that was part of the entrapment right there.

It was produced for her now--a lovely thing of solid gold links.