“You will have some tea?” she asked. "Good night. He subjected me there to great annoyance by claiming me as his wife. The key's in the lock, on the inner side. He guided her hand to his crotch, which had already grown in size. Entering the workshop, he found the blacksmith occupied in heating the tire of a cart wheel. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. Let me lend you some money.
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