“We’re going to be found out someday. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. Morals only begin when that is settled. When I examined you for ‘ill humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body, to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would give you pleasure. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. Wood, terrified by the wildness of her looks. " "Shall I tell you a real story?" "Something you have seen?" "Yes. " "Tell it. You know nothing of life, nothing of its dangers, nothing of its possibilities. Would it be Thérèse?’ She shook her head. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. It was interesting to see how different and characteristic his mode of approach was to all sorts of questions that interested her, and it was amusing to discover this other side to the life of a Morningside Park inhabitant.
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