Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. It had been a very long time. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. “Let me think,” said Ann Veronica.
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