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5. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. She forbade him to escape to his workshop in the basement during those times, denying him his one and only hobby. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. Wild's dwelling without apprehension, or quitted it without satisfaction. He made it impossible not to respond, his arms tightening deliciously around hers.
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