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Athos
examined
it
and
became
very
pale
.
He
tried
it
on
his
left
hand
;
it
fit
his
finger
as
if
made
for
it
.
A
shade
of
anger
and
vengeance
passed
across
the
usually
calm
brow
of
this
gentleman
.
"
It
is
impossible
it
can
be
she
,
"
said
be
.
"
How
could
this
ring
come
into
the
hands
of
Milady
Clarik
?
And
yet
it
is
difficult
to
suppose
such
a
resemblance
should
exist
between
two
jewels
.
"
"
Do
you
know
this
ring
?
"
said
d'Artagnan
.
"
I
thought
I
did
,
"
replied
Athos
;
"
but
no
doubt
I
was
mistaken
.
"
And
he
returned
d'Artagnan
the
ring
without
,
however
,
ceasing
to
look
at
it
.
"
Pray
,
d'Artagnan
,
"
said
Athos
,
after
a
minute
,
"
either
take
off
that
ring
or
turn
the
mounting
inside
;
it
recalls
such
cruel
recollections
that
I
shall
have
no
head
to
converse
with
you
.
Do
n't
ask
me
for
counsel
;
do
n't
tell
me
you
are
perplexed
what
to
do
.
But
stop
!
let
me
look
at
that
sapphire
again
;
the
one
I
mentioned
to
you
had
one
of
its
faces
scratched
by
accident
.
"
D'Artagnan
took
off
the
ring
,
giving
it
again
to
Athos
.
Athos
started
.
"
Look
,
"
said
he
,
"
is
it
not
strange
?
"
and
he
pointed
out
to
d'Artagnan
the
scratch
he
had
remembered
.
"
But
from
whom
did
this
ring
come
to
you
,
Athos
?
"
"
From
my
mother
,
who
inherited
it
from
her
mother
.
As
I
told
you
,
it
is
an
old
family
jewel
.
"
