” He said. ” She demanded. " "What?" he barked. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. . But one thing troubled him, and because of it he might never arrive on the beach. I’ll give you an uncrossed check, and then you can get it at the bank here, quite close by. Strange, I could never learn her history. ” He threw open the door of the sitting-room and switched on the electric light.
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