Can it ever be so good again?” Ann Veronica put out a firm hand and squeezed his arm. “Only it is much too late for you to be out alone. The old man Pottiswick, still grumbling, much to Melusine’s disgust, had gone on his errand to his daughter’s house some two miles distant. ‘Damnation! Too late. 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.
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