It was no more the withered limb of eld than my own; it was a rounded supple member, with smooth fingers, symmetrically turned; a broad ring flashed on the little finger, and stooping forward, I looked at it, and saw a gem I had seen a hundred times before.
Esaminai quella mano; non era quella grinzosa di una vecchia, ma una mano grassoccia, elegante, con le dita affusolate e morbide; un grosso anello brillava nel mignolo.