He lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her. But, by Jove!
you are fierce! You are like those Roman women who carry stilettos in their
hair. Wished to see you. . ” She exhaled through her mouth and could
not bring her eyes to meet his. Then abruptly Mr. Silly, isn’t it? Undisciplined. She was never able to
trace the changes her attitude had undergone, from the time when she believed
herself to be the pampered Queen of Fortune, the crown of a good man’s love
(and secretly, but nobly, worshipping some one else), to the time when she
realized she was in fact just a mannequin for her lover’s imagination, and that he
cared no more for the realities of her being, for the things she felt and desired,
for the passions and dreams that might move her, than a child cares for the
sawdust in its doll.
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