I found the door locked as usual, but when we entered this room everything was as you see. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. But it was under false names, so I dare say it ain’t valid. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. She laid her hand upon his arm.
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