" "The Dawn Pearl! Odd, but we white folks aren't half so poetical as the yellow or the black. “You certainly got him in the bag. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in. ’ ‘Leonardo again,’ Gerald muttered and, to her disappointment, dropped her hand. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty.
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