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Sure, I lose one occasionally—if he stays in New York. She removed it. Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. 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. ’ ‘Do you indeed?’ rejoined the old lady, twinkling at him, and urging him towards the door.
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