It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. Well, he was executed for murder. ’ She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow tears were tracing down her cheek. You were wide the mark, physically; otherwise you had him pat.
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