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. “Just look that through, will you. It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination. The young man was mollified by her sympathy, and flattered by the obvious attempts of several of the other guests to draw him into conversation. See!" she added, tearing the rag from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. Her hand grasped it firmly, and she pushed herself forward. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall.
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