wedding

Beside him glided Caderousse, whose desire to partake of the good things provided for the wedding party had induced him to become reconciled to the Dantès, father and son, although there still lingered in his mind a faint and unperfect recollection of the events of the preceding night; just as the brain retains on waking in the morning the dim and misty outline of a dream.

“They’ve taken his wedding ring!” he gasped.

Master always wore his plain gold wedding ring on the little finger of his left hand.

There’s the nugget and there’s the snake, but the wedding ring is gone.”