It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. When sentence was passed there wasn't a dry eye in the court. She came into the room. She had often wondered if Hoddy would ever go back to it. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. There were words, then, that ran on indefinitely, with reversals? Here they meant one thing; there, the exact opposite. He could not kiss Ruth. Wood entered the room, followed by Thames.
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