She stood there, clutching a doll in her hand, stared in front of her, and said nothing.
Sarah looked at the ring, smiled, and put it into her pocket.
At that instant the climax of the whole affair struck, like a blow from some one unseen, upon Sarah's consciousness.

She should have been triumphant.

She was not.

Her one thought as she looked at the ring was that she wished Mary had not taken it.

She had a strange feeling as though Mary, soft and heavy and fat, were hanging round her neck.