"No," replied Jonathan, "I'll not take you at your word, as regards the latter proposition. 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. The condition of the rooms was indescribably filthy and disgusting; nor were the habits of the occupants much more cleanly. ” She felt humiliated. She was alarmed at how little her husband Gianfrancesco packed for the trip, leaving behind his best scarlet and black lucco, which he wore for every business and political meeting. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son.
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