In a few minutes I had seventy-three just such pearls, besides a quantity of seed pearl.
Yes, my "seed pearl" bit is pretty, I admit; it was like the thing.
She had a row of seed pearl like her sister, and one rose of faintest pink nestled in her virgin bosom.
The only ornament worn by her was a large burnt topaz—that stone which fire turns a rose red tint—attached to a seed pearl chain.
In addition to these, I got in all, one hundred and eighty-seven of the size of peas, besides a large handful of the seed pearl.
Once upon a time there was a seed pearl that dropped from the robe of a green fairy.
The first seven oysters I examined, contained nothing but seed pearl, and not many of these.