I might have known it. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. Secretly she was gratified to be assigned to the rôle of an old traveller. To these a heavy wooden apparatus was attached, which could be raised or lowered at pleasure by pullies. A mate? A brother-lover to tromp about the world with? “I cannot. I’ve had the rarest luck and fallen on my feet.
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