.

But he had something on his left arm which she recognised--a thick ring of gold.

It was her own ring, the ring she kept in the trunk and she smiled comfortably.

She had wanted it a little while ago, and now there it was before her eyes.

She had no anxiety about its safety, for somehow it belonged to that little boy as well as to her.
His figure moved fast and was soon out of sight round a turn of the hill.