“Could you play ‘Fiddler on the Roof’?” father Thomas pleaded. What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish. "I do," replied Thames, in the same tone; "we haven't a moment to lose. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. He found the horse where Thames told him he would find him, mounted, and rode off across the fields in the direction of town. Satisfied that he had solved his difficulty, he proceeded to his room. 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 name of this damsel was Edgeworth Bess; and, as her fascinations will not, perhaps, be found to be without some influence upon the future fortunes of her boyish admirer, we have thought it worth while to be thus particular in describing them.
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