Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. By the will of Mr. He was a stranger.
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