Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. Believe me, Anna. It forbids—all sorts of things. . How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. Too close, he reasoned, for safety. Without you, we might have had some trouble. After that consolations fled. I am a physician first, which gives the man in me a secondary part.
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