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I meant to lie to you. "
"I'll have a look-see before I make any decision. "
As he said this, a slight noise was heard without. “For one thing I am going to
marry David Courtlaw. A door
slammed. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons
the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the
Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and
motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace
Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of
those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up
from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining
overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs,
carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. 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. I am not angry with you, but with this—this—’
‘Idiot? Imbecile?’ offered Gerald in a helpful tone. "You speak English better than I do," said O'Higgins, as the coolies jogged
across the bridge toward the gate.
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