‘How fascinating. Then
one old crone, short-sighted and shaky-handed, called Ann Veronica “dearie,”
and made some remark, obscure and slangy, of which the spirit rather than the
words penetrated to her understanding. ’
She was backing across the room, moving towards the screen. "We'll see that, you yelping hounds!" rejoined Jonathan, glaring fiercely at them. Chapter VI
A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION
The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly
through his gold eye-glasses. Pottiswick’s daughter found her tongue. "Enough," said Jack, recovering his composure. You're easy to please. ’
‘What heir?’
‘Exactly. He was in trouble and she could not help him;
that was the ache in her heart. 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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