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She nodded. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. " "Permit me to see it, Sir James!" requested Jack. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. " "Killed someone?" O'Higgins laughed.
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