Women are made like the potter’s vessels
—either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. “Round midnight, I think. ’
‘Like this?’
‘Parfait. Perhaps her granddaughter might marry his grandson. Pottiswick’s daughter found her tongue. You are captain of
your soul; don't forget your Henley. This forthright dame was so excited,
she could not keep still, but paced about the parlour much as Melusine had done
earlier. ’
‘Remenham House,’ exclaimed Trodger, who had been watching this
interchange open-mouthed. Insulting cries became frequent and
various, but for the most part she could not understand what was said. "
"You cannot help yourself, Sir Rowland," replied Jonathan, contemptuously. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a
raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life—
their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in
influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. "
"Well," observed Hogarth, "if, fettered as you are, you contrive to break out of
this dungeon, you'll do what no man ever did before.
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