” “And leave you here alone?” he asked, in a hoarse whisper. And afterwards! Sir John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the white-lights flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the lime-trees. But I can easily bring in a sing-song girl to play for you. She felt surges of longing escape every corner of her flesh. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. 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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