"Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. " "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. It would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. ’ A giggle answered him. I ate only enough to keep body and soul together. She pushed the former and it opened. Finger to his lips, Gerald pointed in the direction of the noise.
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