But I'm not worrying about that. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. “That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park. I am no use for a clerk, because I do not understand shorthand. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. You, Anna, are one of them. ’ ‘I don’t, as a matter of fact,’ Gerald said decidedly, a frown creasing his brow.
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