” The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded her that he was in a similar predicament. His hair had begun to gray, his belly had just begun to round. "No matter," replied Sheppard. The entrance was concealed between two huge boulders within a clump of trees, and was now so overgrown that no one who did not know of its existence could ever hope to find it. Taking off his stockings, he then drew up the basils as far as he was able, and tied the fragments of the broken chain to his legs, to prevent them from clanking, and impeding his future exertions. Stanley. In any place her beauty would have been an uncommon thing. She felt like a dried-up old woman. 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. Both, however, having safely landed, they cautiously crossed the room, and passed down the first flight of steps in silence. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. “But I still think of my old foster brothers and sisters. The turning of the key startled her, but she did not see how she could make an objection.
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