In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. I am a pauper, and as yet I have not discovered how to earn money. 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. You won't refuse me, I'm sure; so no more need be said about the matter.
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