The first person who issued from the Lodge was Mr. I'm no mollycoddle. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind
knocked out of him. The younger of
the two, who was seated next to Jack, and seemed to monopolize his attention,
could not be more than seventeen, though her person had all the maturity of
twenty. I can't
spare you at present. 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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