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. ’ Exasperated, Gerald glared at her. Hearing a noise below, Quilt called out, supposing it occasioned by the Jew. ” His arms were around her. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. ” It was, Ann Veronica felt, at once absurd and extraordinarily right.
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