“Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. The face of the man who lay there was clearly visible. She felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her dreams. “Maternity,” she said, “has been our undoing. Some years ago, in 1715, just before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party, and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to escape with my head upon my shoulders. Suddenly she thrust her head out of the window. His tongue was hot. It was a precious thing, a beautiful cabochon—do you know what that is?” “What’s a cabochon?” “It’s a precious jewel that doesn’t have facets yet. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. “John,” she said, “I am afraid that I am going to make you unhappy.
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