“Please, Michelle, let’s not fight. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of
the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down
between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. The room seemed a vacuum. "
"Blessings upon him!" cried Lady Trafford, fervently. 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. Bravo!—the
best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better. "Don't go, I beg of you!" she implored. He opened his eyes, protestingly, and beheld the realization of his dream.
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