Another door was next opened, and, preceded by the ordinary, with the sacred volume in his hand, the prisoner entered the room. The girl wished that she had come afoot, despite the knowledge that she would have suffered many inconveniences, accidental and intentional jostling, insolence and ribald jest. Kimble had bedded the animal down at the local inn. If she spoke to a policeman she did not know what would ensue. No sooner had Trenchard crossed the threshold than a fierce barking was heard at the farther extremity of the passage, and, the next moment, a couple of mastiffs of the largest size rushed furiously towards him. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels.
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