It's of no use. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. That would be him. Depend upon it, there is a place for you—waiting. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. Aunt and niece regarded each other silently. With each step his heartbeat increased exponentially. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid hold of him.
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