It is gone.

That is all." Tom looked steadily at her as he spoke.

She turned pale, red, pale again, her lips quivered: but she spoke no word.
"She has it, as I live!" thought Tom to himself.

"'Frailty, thy name is woman!' The canting, little, methodistical humbug! She must have slipped it off my waist as I lay senseless.

I suppose she means to keep it in pawn, till I redeem it by marrying her.