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"I am not the person you take me for," said Felix Montgomery.
"You are the jeweler from Syracuse who swindled me out of my ring."
"I never was a jeweler, and never lived in Syracuse," said the
adventurer, with entire truth.
"You may be right, but that is what you told me this morning."
"I wish you would go away, and cease to annoy us," said the lady,
impatiently.
"I want my ring."
"We have no ring of yours."
"Show me the ring, and if it is not mine I will go away."
"You are a very impudent fellow, upon my word," said Mrs. Montgomery,
sharply, "to accuse a gentleman like my husband of taking your ring. I
don't believe you ever had one."
"My dear," interposed her husband, mildly, "I dare say my young friend
here really thinks we have his ring. Of course it is a great mistake.
Imagine what our friends in Hayfield Centre would think of such a
charge! But you must remember that he is unacquainted with my standing
in the community. In order to satisfy his mind, I am willing to let him
see the ring."
"To let him see the ring?" repeated the lady, in surprise.
"Yes. Here, my lad," taking the ring from his pocket, "this is the ring.
You will see at once that it is not yours."
"I see that it is mine," said Paul, taking the proffered ring, and
preparing to go, astonished at his own good fortune in so easily
recovering it.
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