“Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,” said she. " "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. “I know,” she said quietly, “that Paris, where she has been so much admired, is not a good place for her. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. Mr. “I knew you wouldn’t mind. "Oh!—to see you thus!" cried Thames, in an agony of affliction.
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