Her expression was a little changed, less innocent,
more discerning. ‘Believe it or not, I do it for pleasure. Mr. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose
place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop
had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. It
isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s
something—something living and understanding in you. 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. ’
Grasping the lantern, and heedless now of the discomforts of the passage,
Melusine flew like the wind back towards the library, the vision of Jack
Kimble’s white face driving her on. Listen to me, Winifred. Said Prudence, with commendable human kindness: "My sister and I are going
on to Shanghai and Peking.
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