"I fear that accident
injured your brain, August."
"It's barely possible," he said, forcing a laugh.
"Why, you goose, you know that ring was a present from papa on my last
birthday, and he said it was worth a good thousand. How could you
forget?"
"Surely, how could I?" he returned, with a glittering eye. "I--I don't
feel just right, that's a fact."
"And it may have been very imprudent for you to come out so soon after
your fall," evincing anxiety.
"Oh, no; I guess not," was his light reply. He lifted her hand again.
"It's your ring you miss?"
"Yes."
She rose and went to a little stand, from a drawer taking a golden
circlet, and resuming her seat once more.
"Why do you not wear it?"
"It's a little large."
"Indeed. Permit me to take it. I will bring you another that you can
wear."
She resigned the ring to his keeping.
"And this one. How beautiful!" he exclaimed, turning the diamond ring
about on her finger.
"Strange you never noticed it's beauty before."
"Well, you know I've been too deeply absorbed in the owner."
Then he slipped the ring from her finger and held it up to the light.
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