There was a snuff-box of solid gold encrusted with pearls, opals, diamonds, rubies, emeralds, amethysts and sapphires, in a design of Oriental beauty and splendor.
There were also diamond studs and diamond sleeve-buttons--each a large solitaire of immense value, and there were other jewels in the form of seals, lockets, and so forth; and all those delighted her woman's eyes and heart.

But, above all, the golden box, set with all sorts of flaming precious stones, with its splendid colors and blazing fires dazzled her sight and dazed her mind.
"I _will_ keep this for mysel'," she said, as she put it in the bosom of her dress--"I will, I _will_, I WILL! He shall na hae this again.

I'll tell him it was lost or sto'en." Then she opened the satchel and began to put away the other jewels, until she took up the watch, looked at it longingly, put it in the bag, took it out again, and finally, without a word, slipped it into her bosom beside the box.
Next she trifled with the temptation of the diamond ring.

She slipped it on and off her finger.

She had large beautiful hands in perfect proportion to her large beautiful form, and the ring that had fitted the banker's long thin finger fitted her round white one perfectly.