“The merchant’s gaze went up from the necklace. “Twenty pounds,” he said.
Her smile faltered. “I know for a fact it’s worth more than that. My father gave it to me from a wealthy widow.” Never mind what he had probably been doing with the widow to get the necklace. “I’d say a fair price would be fifty pounds.”
He let out a long sigh and studied the necklace. “The gold and gems are real.”
“Yes, they are.”
“However, I am running a business. I need to make some profit.”
It was hard to argue his point, but she needed a full fifty. “You can probably get more than fifty pounds when you sell it.”
“Probably but not much. I need to keep food on my family’s table, and with five growing boys, that isn’t an easy feat.” After a moment, he said, “I’ll give you thirty pounds.”
“Forty-five.”
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