‘The wretch said nothing to anyone. Sensing his discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem of her gray miniskirt. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears. ” Anna measured out the coffee. She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. .
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