Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 147: what you’re looking at

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where I fell?’ she asked, with a puzzled air that would have done credit to a finished actress. But for that startled thrill, which Perey always keenly alive to eve:y change in the human system, had not failed to perceive, he would have been en- tirely deceived anid almost tempted to believe that the two circumstances could have had no connection with each other. He did not reply to her question, but said: “T found this also—the ring was inside one of the fingers, aud must have been drawn off at the ane time with the glove,” and he held it up before er. “Ah!a gentleman’s glove! How—very—queer! Oh, I understand now, [ think,” she went on, with a light laugh, in which, to the physician’s practical ear, there was @ touch of hervousness; “you imagined that some one came bere and frightened me, then ran away, losing the glove in his flight.” “Yes, that was my theory,” he admitted, looking her steadfastly in the eye. “A very uatural one, too, I can now see,” she said, blandly, ‘“‘and it accounts to me for what secmed the strange advice which you gave me during your second visit, ‘never to ullow myself to be shocked or frightened again.’ But that is a very handsome ring, is it not? Some visitor must bave dropped it while viewing the Rhododendrons.” “It is a very valuable ringI should judge, and possibly the owner may yet be found, since it is marked,” Perey replied, wondering at her remarkable self-possession. ate ie Fie! let me wot gt said pie ease Kaa 1e took it from him—her fingers, as they, touche his for au instant, were like ice—and Pomeno an ine