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“But Jamie was not quite finished, it seemed. Ignoring Dougal’s fuming, he drew a short string of white beads from his sporran. He stepped forward and fastened the necklace around my neck. Looking down, I could see it was a string of small baroque pearls, those irregularly shaped productions of freshwater mussels, interspersed with tiny pierced-work gold roundels. Smaller pearls dangled from the gold beads. “They’re only Scotch pearls,” he said, apologetically, “but they look bonny on you.” His fingers lingered a moment on my neck. “Those were your mother’s pearls!” said Dougal,  glowering at the necklace. “Aye,” said Jamie calmly, “and now they’re my wife’s. Shall we go?””

Outlander, Diana Gabaldon

The pearls in the picture are also from DG’s book: The Outlandish Companion

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