The place was pockmarked with window-like holes everywhere—people were always 138 falling into them and breaking bones--it was for these lookouts why she had chosen it. 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. " "Meaning that I don't belong anywhere, in heaven or on earth?" "Meaning that you must cut off the wing or grow another to mate it. I'm ready to bear it all. ’ ‘Ah, that is easy,’ she began, laughing. “We are so interested to hear, Miss Pellissier,” she said, “that you have been living in Paris.
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