” She shook her head gently. 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. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. Yet in some hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life he was now unexpectedly aware. Kimble was clearly a plain-spoken fellow. But that was all over. I know who she is, and I know that she has been cheated somehow by the people calling themselves Valade. Whatever happened she need never return to that possibility. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. I wanted the time with you. Ye gods! what a wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances.
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