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White, I am not sure that I could afford to come to you. Then she sang. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. The last that is known of Monsieur Charvill is when he departed the Valade estate. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. . If you fall upon a good pearl, buy it in barter and pay me out of your salary. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. He began to tell me something—and stopped. Yet her hands dropped, and she sighed deeply.
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