Nevertheless there came a residuum of expostulations. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. Sheppard. "How do you know that?" rejoined Jack. “Well——” She stopped short. His hands came up, his face broke apart. Wild had escaped. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights.
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