” She said quietly. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. 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. ” Nigel Ennison looked up with a little start.
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