Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. “You are a dear,” she exclaimed affectionately. A paralyzing horror was upon her. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain. ’ ‘Woof!’ uttered the sergeant, jumping back. " But seeing that no notice was taken of the retort, he drew a little aside, and folded his arms, muttering, "This whim will soon be over. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. ’ ‘I shall stop him,’ declared the old lady furiously. This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. ’ Gerald raised his brows. “Just hope that the ground doesn’t shift and unearth them.
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