The Dawn Pearl; how well they had named her! The pearl without price—his and not his! He took her arm and drew it under his; and together they went down the veranda steps. You are the High Priestess of Life. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. At the bottom of her heart she was not a bit afraid of Ramage. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness.
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