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" "Pearls!" "Sounds romantic, eh? Well, forty years ago the pearl game hereabouts was romantic; but there's only one real pearl region left—the Persian Gulf. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. Think! Had you not better hurry back before Sir John discovers? You are his wife right enough. Take your pick, Mrs. Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. The unfortunate woman was stretched upon the floor, with a bloody knife in her hand. Doesn’t matter a bit to me. ‘Damn you, what’s the matter with you?’ he snapped in frustration. While you talked I was only making our plans.
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