“Annabel,” she said, “I have never asked you for your confidence. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. You can do anything you please. His name was Peter. But he would make it a point not to speak again to the girl. She was always asking questions about her mother and supplying the answers. I'm burning up.
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