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‘Then open it quickly. ‘She wouldn’t tell me. “John, that is what you say now. 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. But that instinct is severely dampened most of the time. Bu nedenle, Ali, her akşam gecenin geç saatlerine kadar ders çalışıp, kitap okuyarak kendisini geliştirmeye çalıştı. Then suddenly he seized a new preparation bottle that stood upon his table and contained the better part of a week’s work—a displayed dissection of a snail, beautifully done—and hurled it across the room, to smash resoundingly upon the cemented floor under the bookcase; then, without either haste or pause, he swept his arm along a shelf of re-agents and sent them to mingle with the debris on the floor. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. I will confide it to Father Spencer, who will acquaint you with it when I am no more. “Reuben, come here.
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