That had shut him up for a while. "You'll not forget the thousand, Sir Rowland—short accounts, you know. “Anna!” she repeated. I tried it myself, Sir. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. She remembered abruptly that she was really living upon his money. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. Wood's famous 'prentice?" "What apprentice?" asked the stranger, in surprise. She drew her naked arms around herself. ‘I don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you.
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