"But what is an oath to you!" cried the widow, distrustfully. There was nothing in the pockets of the coat. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. Curiosity to see what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts. 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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