"My wedding-gift!" she said.

Then she shrugged her shoulders.
A moment she hesitated, and in that moment seemed to congeal.

"You need it ?" she asked distantly.
He inclined his head, his eye never leaving hers.

With a swift angry motion she caught the glove from her left hand, and, doubling it back, dragged it off.

A smooth round ring came off with it and rolled upon the floor.
Stooping, he picked up the ring, and handed it back to her, saying: "Permit me." It was her wedding-ring.