Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. I have only one question to ask you. Wood went on fuming, and the trio went on laughing for some minutes, nobody knew why or wherefore, until the party was increased by Mr. “You said you were in love with me,” said Ann Veronica; “I wanted to explain —” “I said I loved and wanted you. He was profoundly stirred. It will be hot work, but it must be done at once.
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