Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. Even that he was an interfering person, if he walked through that door this moment, she would fling herself at him and weep all over his chest. But you’ve got to lend me forty pounds. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. ‘I take it that you like this great-niece of mine?’ ‘One cannot help but do so. Here you only waste your time.
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