"It's very true; there are many more iron pots certainly than porcelain. But you may depend on it that every one bears some mark; even the hardest iron pots have a little bruise, a little hole somewhere. I flatter myself that I'm rather stout, but if I must tell you the truth I've beenshockingly chipped and cracked. I do very well for service yet, because I've been cleverly mended; and I try to remain in the cupboard— the quiet, dusky cupboard where there's an odour of stale spices— as much as I can. Butwhen I've to come out and into a strong light— then, my dear, I'm a horror!"
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