’ ‘Then you will die at the hands of the canaille. In a moment he was beside her. ” She disengaged herself from him and went out of the room with a grave, preoccupied expression. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. Then she cursed herself for his eyes went to the letter and came back to her face. 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. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. ’ She grasped the girl’s arm. He spoke English with astonishing facility and with a purity which often embarrassed his tourists.
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