" "There are bad stories, then, just as there are bad people?" "Yes. 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. She covered herself with her arms. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. The galleries adjoining it were crowded with spectators,—so was the roof of a large tavern, then the only house standing at the end of the Edgeware Road,—so were the trees,—the walls of Hyde Park,—a neighbouring barn, a shed,—in short, every available position. . Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green.
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