For thirty years I have lived alone; but once upon a time I lived among men. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. He will say who it was. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. "I think I may trust him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle. Winifred's reception was kind, but more distant, and after the slight ceremonial she resumed her occupation.
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