Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. Pardon what I have said, Madam. Manning called. She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into surroundings or touched something that offends his caste. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. I packed so hurriedly that it will take me a long time to find my things. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders.
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