Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. “You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home. She watched her friend rise and go towards her affianced husband, a look of mischief in her face. I was supposed to do the same, but I didn’t. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. “They have all been trying to turn my head. He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless. '—'No fear o' that,' thought I. ’ Her lips parted, but she did not speak. ‘I feared as much. You must forgive the poet’s license I take.
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