Pushing his way through a swarm of urchins playing in front of a pawnshop, he entered and was a long time inside, and when he came out again at last the whole expression of his face had undergone a striking change.

As one who had found the solace he needed for the moment, his pace unconsciously quickened and he looked about him with brighter eyes.
Around the corner from his home, he went into a small jewelry shop, a remnant of the town of the past.

There were no customers in the place, and the old Galician jeweler sat at the back playing solitaire.

At sight of Roger he arose; and presently in a small back room, beneath the glare of a powerful lamp, the two were studying the ring which Roger had found in the ghetto that night.

It was plain, just a thin worn band of gold with an emerald by no means large; but the setting was old and curious, and personal, distinctive.