"As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. My Mom’s stomach has a lot of bad scars that make it look all ropy and weird. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour.
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