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reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina
had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. Women are made like the potter’s vessels
—either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. “It couldn’t be. ‘You
escape from your own convent, at great personal danger. "I'll tell you a dream I had last night," continued the unfortunate being. “Oh, Ann
Veronica!” he cried, “I cannot let you go like this! You don’t understand. "
"I don't see how this is to be effected, unless you yourself were present at the
time," said Wood, glancing suspiciously at the speaker. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone. After the dance, they went to a party. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll
have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. ”
“How would you know I’m not ready? I’m older than
you, remember? Sometimes you act so worldly, as if
you’d seen it all.
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