The smell of Ippolita was still about me: and I had made my first purchase. But lying in bed back in our lodging I began to doubt what I had done. What if it had only been the spell of the wine, the exotic foods and the delicious taste of my Amazon that had seduced me? By the light of a single candle I opened the casket again and got out my scales. They were true jewellers’ scales, which I had bought before leaving home. They had no stand; instead they hung from the finger and thumb, with two pans, on to one of which the tiny weights were lifted with tweezers. My pearls were of a good, even weight, some three and a quarter carats each, and of a good roundness. They were pierced, of course; but it surprised me to see that they had not been drilled right through their centres in the usual fashion, but in a shorter line across the base. Drilling pearls is always dangerous work; this must have been infinitely harder. It was this oddity that had caused the pearls to hang in so bewitching a fashion in Ippolita’s hair.
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