He smiled. “You found the cabochon? After all these years?” He
asked, incredulous. ’
‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. Still, that leaves over a million shrines short, not
reckoning widows who re-marry. What had actually beaten him was not to have known if someone had picked up
his trail. The party resolved itself for Ann Veronica into a
game in which she manoeuvred unostentatiously and finally unsuccessfully to
avoid talking alone with this gentleman. Capes agreed with the utmost cordiality. The smell assaulted them even before they entered the
restaurant, greasy and savory. "By my shoul!" he exclaimed, smacking his lips, "dat ish goot—very goot. "But, what of that? It'll be a
lesson to him in future, and will show him the folly of doing a good-natured
action!"
But perceiving that his companion did not relish his pleasantry and fearing that
his sympathy for the carpenter's situation might betray him into some act of
imprudence, Jonathan, without further remark, and by way of putting an end to
the discussion, let himself drop through the roof.
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