"I have but one pair, and both buttons are in place, as you can see," and he held out his cuffs.
"Well, then, who can this one belong to?
Take a look at it.

It's got arms on one button and two letters mixed up together on the other," and she dropped it into his hand.
Felix held the sleeve-links to the light, smothered a cry and, with a quick movement of his hands, steadied himself by the table.
"Where did you get this ?" he breathed rather than spoke.
"I just told ye.

Down behind the bureau where ye dropped it, along with your hair-brush." Felix tightened his fingers, straining the muscles of his arms, striving with all his might to keep his body from shaking.

He had his back to her, his face toward the lamp, and had thus escaped her scrutiny.

"I haven't lost it," he faltered, prolonging the examination to gain time and speaking with great deliberation.
"Ye haven't! Oh, I am that disappointed! And ye didn't drop it?
Well, then, who did drop it ?" she cried, looking over his shoulder.