’ Gerald seized on this. 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. ” “You should try out for the town orchestra. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. You're not afraid, Mr. ” She saw him there the next week at the same time. He looked no longer at his wife. Perhaps that was the reason that they both remained standing. Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after an hour or so, turned to McClintock. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support.
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