“I am not in need of any. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. "Thank you," she said, and left the office. Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin.
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