The ring shot from her hold, gleamed in a shining curve in the firelight, and fell with a tinkle among the ashes of the fender.
Caryl did not utter a word, but his face was fixed and grim as, still tightly gripping the hand he had caught, he knelt and groped among the half-dead embers for the ring it had wantonly flung there.

When he found it he rose.
"Before you do anything of that sort again," he said, "let me advise you to stop and think.

It will do you no harm, and may save trouble." He took her left hand, paused a moment, and then deliberately fitted the ring back upon her finger.

She made no resistance, for she was instinctively aware that he would brook no morefrom her just then.

She was in fact horribly scared, though his voice was still perfectly quiet and even.