“Are these ordinary sapphires?” she said. She heard Gianfrancesco arguing with Sebastianus. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. ‘Parbleu,’ she uttered indignantly. “Cheveney!” she repeated. Odd, but he had never thought of the beach until this girl (who looked as if she had stepped out of the family album) referred to it with a familiarity which was as astonishing as it was profoundly sad. CHAPTER XI. Look at it, I say. I'll be with you in a jiffy. . There was no rush.
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