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Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise. Entranced, he stared at the name. Put him in the stocks, and there let him sleep off his drunken fit. Brendon suggests supper at the Carlton. “How old are you?” “Sixteen. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky.
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