My aunt Déméré was shocked. Her husband, my uncle Déméré, was one of the foremost important men in the foundry. He was a master melter, that is to say he prepared the mixture for the pots, and saw to it that the pots were filled with the right amount for the furnaces before the day's melt, and never, since they had been married, had my aunt Déméré watched the potash being prepared by the flux-burner. "The first duty of a master's wife is to have food ready for her husband between shifts," she told my mother, "and then to attend to any women or children directly employed by her husband who may be sick. The work in the furnace house, or outside it, is nothing to do with
( Daphne du Maurier )
[ The Glass-Blowers ]
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