She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her. " "It's mine, I'll be sworn," rejoined Wood. Afterwards, it may be different. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. His eyes never left her face.
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