Half an hour's labour, during which he was obliged more than once to pause to regain breath, sufficed to make a hole wide enough to allow a passage for his arm up to the elbow. " "That's right, Captain," rejoined Blueskin. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. Ennison himself, with the recollection of Annabel’s visit still fresh in his mind, was for a moment constrained and ill at ease. '—'They can't,' says I. " "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. What does it matter? I am not a pauper, Annabel.
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