‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. At no loss to comprehend that Jack was the individual pointed out by these outcries, two of the nearest of the group made a dash at him. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. 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. The figure of the girl upon it in plain black dress, standing with her hands behind her, was an undeniable and astonishing likeness of herself.
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