‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. He needed to laugh, but only she laughed as he chuckled weakly. 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. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. I get the feeling that you are special, so alone, so beautiful that I must get to the bottom of you if it takes my whole life.
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