Freshwater Pearl Quotes

Men were as plentiful as salmon, but a best friend was a freshwater pearl.

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I am writing this sitting in the waterlogged lobby of a rotting, half-finished condominium complex. I am surrounded by cavorting freshwater seals and have two pearl-handled revolvers in my lap, a bottle of vodka in my right hand, a human body in the freezer in the kitchens behind me, and a rather large displaced rockhopper penguin staring me in the face.

Three bodies were found in a completely dry storeroom. They were dressed in blue uniforms. The three had emergency rations stored at their battle station, and they had ample water, since they had removed the cover to an adjacent freshwater tank... Two of the men wore wristwatches, and one of them carried a wallet-size calendar, which had the days checked off from 7 December to 23 December. It was believed their deaths were due to lack of oxygen. The discovery of these three men in an unflooded compartment caused a profound sense of anguish among our divers. Especially shaken were Moon and Tony, who had sounded the West Virginia's hull on 12 December and reported no response from within the ship.

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Nicolas was dressed exquisitely tonight, with his usual air of effortlessness, in a silk doublet the color of blackberries and dotted with freshwater pearls, snug as a fruitskin against his tiny torso, and a ruff so crisply starched and diaphanous it looked to have been spun from sugar.

But Jamie was not quite finished, it seemed. Ignoring Dougal's fuming, he drew a short string of white beads from his sporran. He stepped froward and fastened the necklace around my neck. Looking down, I could see it was a string of small baroque pearls, those irregularly shaped productions of freshwater mussels, interspersed with tiny pierced-work gold roundels. Small pearls dangled from the gold beads. 'They're only Scotch pearls,' he said, apologetically, 'but they look bonny on you.' His fingers lingered a moment on my neck. 'Those were your mother's pearls!' said Dougal, glowering at the necklace. 'Aye,' said Jamie calmly, 'and now they're my wife's. Shall we go!