I am always reinventing
myself with new styles. But no more of that. 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. They were
bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her
fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny
clapboard house. Edgeworth Bess wore a scarlet tabby negligée,—a sort of undress, or sack, then
much in vogue,—which suited her to admiration, and upon her head had what
was called a fly-cap, with richly-laced lappets. So she approached
him with sandwiches. The skipper, Van Galgebrok, affirmed to me,—nay, gave me
the additional testimony of two of his crew,—that he was thrown overboard. She
rolled to one side. “To Hell if we don’t change our ways.
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