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. "
"For me!" vociferated Mrs. "To the best of my belief, Thames
Darrell has been murdered by you. "I'll fetch it. Isn’t that why
we are out here?”
“Why did you deny you were a vampire? Why are you
keeping it a secret?”
“I do not share the fact that I am a cannibal with the
human race. You must remember, you've just begun to read; you
haven't any comparisons. . ” She stopped
short, full of things un-said. The Iovellis were very rich, from what she could tell. I
heard rumours of it in Paris, and the place since then has been closed. ‘Eh bien, you are
not like Leonardo.
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