” “You are jealous,” she declared contemptuously. "After all, he is my father, Hoddy; and I cursed him. I've a couple of kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care. ” “You think that you can do that?” “I am sure of it,” he answered, confidently. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. ‘And you, my girl, if you’d been born at all, would have been just what you think you are. She threw the bags of marijuana and a tiny bag of white powder he had in the sewer, unfortunately they were his only worldly possessions. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels.
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