He went on with intense urgency. She let them fall and sped to the companion, where she stood for a moment, the moonlight giving her a celestial touch. "He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. “Of course you don’t. He seemed safe from the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still prevailed. She hated tricking Shari, whose joy for life was the only thing that made her naive enough to fall for laced iced tea or hot cocoa, depending on the season. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels.
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