Very dark, like yours, ma’am. Then he lifted the black cloak-like
garment from the floor. My profession has hardened me. She held out her hand for it, but Gerald smiled. I thought it
was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. E. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. 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. The sunshine was brilliant, the air mild. Surely our advice
would have been worth having, at any rate. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing
figure from the closed curtains of the front room
window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and
his ego slightly deflated. Every movable mirror had been placed here, to discourage vanity, and since no
whitewash covered the brocaded purple wallpaper, its pervasive hue gave an
added sense of heaviness to the crowded chamber.
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