The stranger had certainly never said anything about that! It was a heavy ring, with a helmeted head carved on its red carnelian stone, and what looked like strange letters around it.
It fitted her third finger perfectly; but HIS fingers were small, and he had taken it from his little finger.

She should keep it herself.

Of course, if it had been money, she would have given it to Zephas; but the stranger knew that she wouldn't take money.

How firmly he had said that "I don't!" She felt the warm blood fly to her fresh young face at the thought of it.

He had understood her.