She had been warned time and time again by Sebastian that fame would mean the end of her freedom, being hounded in to the next lifetime by vampire and power seekers. She shook them off of one foot. “They mould one insensibly. The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford. Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls.
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