There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. Don’t be afraid to go on thinking it. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. ‘That—that—why do you speak of him?’ ‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain. Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. The decision had been sound. " "They are useless," she returned. “I hope nothing is wrong.
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