The ladies were, as usual, very gaily dressed; and as usual, also, had resorted to art to heighten their attractions— From patches, justly placed, they borrow'd graces, And with vermilion lacquer'd o'er their faces. "Jack," said Mrs. She did not answer him, as she did not know what to say. It’s not a bit of good pretending there’s any Higher Truth or wonderful principle in this business. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. The prisoner breathed with difficulty.
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