NovelEnglishKaren gestured for Donna to unveil the item, and with a flourish, Donna lifted the red velvet cloth, revealing a pair of ivory tusks on the tray beneath. Donna, with utmost care, placed them before Karen.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe tusks, a creamy white, stood elegantly. Karen picked up one, her gaze fixed upon it. She inspected it closely, her fingers gently caressing its surface. She then brought it to her nose for a subtle sniff and finally tapped it against the table, producing a faint, resonant sound.
Suddenly, with a swift motion, she hurled the tusk to the floor, where it shattered into two, its pieces scattering.
Donna gasped, her face a mix of shock and anger. "Karen, what are you doing? Do you have any idea how rare these tusks are, how hard I worked to find them for your appraisal?" Karen waved her off, her tone soft. "Donna, calm down. The tusk I broke is a counterfeit. I've just examined it closely. There are four signs to distinguish the authenticity of ivory." Donna, still fuming, demanded, "Then explain, givea reason!" Karen, unruffled, began, "First, genuine ivory should have bloodlines within it. This piece did indeed have bloodlines, but they were too fresh and red, clearly imitated. Real ivory's bloodlines are more muddied and deepen over time." "Second, the texture. Running my fingers over this tusk felt slightly rough, not the smooth, almost silky surface you'd expect from high-quality ivory." "Third, the absence of natural grain patterns on its surface. Genuine ivory always has distinctive textures." Donna's anger faded, turning into embarrassment as Karen's reasoned explanation made it clear that the broken tusk was indeed a fake.
Karen, seeing Donna's change in demeanor, bent down to pick up a piece of the shattered tusk. "Do you understand why I had to break your tusk now?" Donna shook her head, still puzzled.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"The final test was its density and hardness. High-quality ivory should be tough and durable. The one I broke shattered too easily, proving its inauthenticity." With a gentle smile, Karen suggested, "Try the other tusk using the criteria I just demonstrated." Donna hesitantly took the remaining tusk, examining it through Karen's lens. Her spirits lifted as she found the bloodlines appropriately muddied, the surface smooth and cool tothe touch, resembling fine silk, Excitedly, she noted the presence of subtle grain patterns and, with a deep breath, tapped it on the table, producing a clear, melodious sound. The room burst into applause, their initial doubts replaced by admiration for Donna's intent and Karen's expertise.
Flushed with excitement, Donna thanked Karen. "I wanted to gift a genuine piece of ivory to my grandfather for his birthday, as a token of gratitude for all the years he's nurtured me. Thanks to you, I can now do that." Karen shrugged off the thanks, emphasizing that learning and applying knowledge was vital for anyone interested in antiques.
Karen, touched by the young boy's earnestness, listened intently, ready to lend her wisdom to yet another soul, proving her versatility and compassion.
She rested her chin in her hand, her voice soft and gentle. "But everyone ahead of you only got one wish granted. What makes you think you're an exception?"
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