A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. ‘Don’t dare call her that to my 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. 225 “Sebastianus. I think I asked if I could eat lunch with her and Trisha Deere one day and she said there was no room at the table. And later they paddled in a boat above the mysterious deeps of the See, and peered down into the green-blues and the blue-greens together. Lucy had just began to invoke a solace where John was concerned, doing her best to shelve him as not so special after all.
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