" "Zounds!" cried Marvel, "I—" "Hush!" whispered the tapstress, "or I retract my promise. 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. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. At first Spurlock tasted coconut in his eggs, in what meat he ate; it permeated everything, taste and smell. The eyes left him, searching beside the chair for her cane.
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