Mary's eyes danced over the intricate metalwork and jewels that sparkled under glass. It was a private imagining to have such a necklace resting in the hollow at her neck. She owned nothing so grand, even the band that signifed she was an honest, married woman had been plain. That ring had been tossed into the briny deep when she learned of the deeds of that no-good-slimey-eel-of-a-man named Angus. A disgrace to Scotsmen everywhere.

"Oh no, just 'avin a look. I cannae afford luxuries like jewels anyway. My wee one was just desperate to see the pretty things."