As for the story of the manner in which he became possessed of it, doubtless that was as false as the rest.
"How blind I was!" groaned Deborah in secret.

"I saw he didn't look like the family.

What a goose I was to believe that story about his changin' the color of his hair! I was an old fool, and that's all about it." "Drive to the jeweller's," said Miss Deborah, when they reached Brandon.
In some surprise, Abner complied.
Deborah got out of the wagon hastily and entered the store.
"What can I do for you, Miss Kensington ?" asked the jeweller, who recognized the old lady.
"I want to show you a ring," said Aunt Deborah, abruptly.

"Tell me what it's worth." She produced the ring which the false Ferdinand had intrusted to her.
The jeweller scanned it closely.
"It's a good imitation of a diamond ring," he said.
"Imitation!" gasped Deborah.
"Yes; you didn't think it was genuine ?" "What's it worth ?" "The value of the gold.

That appears to be genuine.