But I mustn't think of these things, or I shall grow mad. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously. Mr Jarvis’s sister, that was. Well, let's beat it to the hotel. 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. Amid this varied throng,—varied in appearance, but alike in character,—one object alone, we have said, rivetted Mrs. At Morningside Park I feel as though all my growing up was presently to stop, as though I was being shut in from the light of life, and, as they say in botany, etiolated. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself.
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