Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. Wood rushed instantly to meet them. I want you to be my lover. ” She laughed gaily—and she had a way when she laughed of throwing back her head and showing her beautiful white teeth, so that mirth from her was a thing very much to be desired.
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