Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. I found it on the beach, just sitting there nestled inside a piece of driftwood. "I did see them on the platform of the bridge—the child and his preserver! They were not struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the roaring flood,—or, if they were, they escaped as I escaped. “Are you sorry you waited, aunt?” she said. Then the foremost bowed and passed on. 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. “I am a fool,” he said. " "I wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly.
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