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‘How disappointing,’ mourned Gerald. Nab and Quilt to the door! Jack, you are my prisoner. My uterus and my ovaries are gone. Anna sprang to her feet and made for the dressing-room door. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building. She winked at him as he shut the door. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels.
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