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” 243 She felt a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation, and pride well up in her cheeks, flushing them. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. He contrasted wonderfully with the empty showing-off of Teddy. Her courage and her presence of mind had alike deserted her. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face 110 wide and square. ‘You wish a reason for jealousy? Eh bien, you may have it. He fancied that when they had had time to reflect, they would regret it still more.
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