” The suitcase loomed in her memory, making its presence felt once again. She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels.
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