She wears some family jewels or other as a sort of crown of righteousness at the end.
I have never hated a man enough to give his diamonds back.
— Zsa Zsa Gabor
Jewels glittered in the torchlight on her gilded sandals, on her gold breast-plates and the slender chains that held them in place. Gold anklets clashed as she moved, jeweled bracelets weighted her bare arms. Her tall coiffure was that of a Shemitish woman, and jade pendants hung from gold hoops in her ears, flashing and sparkling with each impatient movement of her haughty head.
