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Wood. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. " "Don't listen to him, father," cried Thames, unconscious of what was passing; "there are plenty of people outside. “So, since when does a grown man have to sneak behind the Laundromat to smoke a cigarette?” She asked 115 him. ” His face darkened. You never can go back. People were passing in the street below. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast.
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