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After feasting his eye
upon this superb panorama, he was about to return, when he ascertained from a
farmer that his nearest road to Willesden would be down a lane a little further on,
to the right. 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. 'T is better, with wine, to extinguish the light,
Than live always, in darkness, without it!
"How long may it be since that boy was found in the way Mrs. CHAPTER XXIII
Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like
columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were
black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. Even the teachers were
getting restless, the seniors gnawing hard at the bit as
graduation teased. She became angry with herself. “Indeed, you could have no more faithful friend,
you could find no one more anxious to serve you. Rowland," she added, in an altered tone, "I am certain I shall not
live many days.
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