"On that night,—in this room,—in your presence, Blueskin,— in yours Mr. ’ ‘Melusine,’ shrieked the nun. 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. . . At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns, tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly, instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment, the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter. " "And, therefore, the first I would visit," replied Jack, boldly. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. A few bricks, dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to force an entrance into the room.
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