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. It is always on his person. Instantly I knew that I was going to run away that night before he returned from the neighbouring island. “This is my way back to my side of the Park,” she said. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. Out of an old family album: here was the very comparison that had eluded him. That was an admission all right. He blushed, too, spiritually, as it were.
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