[With a cursory glance back at the door, Nancy removes the dirty blanket from the top of her basket. Reaching in, she pulls out a small bag.]
Hold out your hand.
[Once he does so, she carefully tips the contents of the bag into his hand. There rests a gold necklace, inset with emeralds.] It's real. It ain't glass or tin or nothin'.
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[With a cursory glance back at the door, Nancy removes the dirty blanket from the top of her basket. Reaching in, she pulls out a small bag.]
Hold out your hand.
[Once he does so, she carefully tips the contents of the bag into his hand. There rests a gold necklace, inset with emeralds.] It's real. It ain't glass or tin or nothin'.