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Clotilde was no fool. 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. Their momentary absence
seemed to have worked wonders; for now the most perfect understanding
appeared to subsist between them. Anna was married. "
Something reached down into his heart and twisted it. Women are hypocrites to the last—true only to themselves. There was a little pause between them,
full for Ann Veronica of rapid elusive suspicions and intimations. Nothing seemed to be amiss.
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