Sulphurous poisons assaulted her nostrils as she threw the stone to one side of its resting place. There were two of them. "Stow it, Nab!" exclaimed Quilt, angrily; "the kinchen's awake. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels.
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