But I do not know you at all, in truth, and I do not understand why you do this. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Martha begged. In the bad light he looked at once military and sentimental and studious, like one of Ouida’s guardsmen revised by Mr. Very glad. The air was thick with feelings. He devoured her with his eyes too, his shyness not able to disguise his furtive glances at the curvy outline of her breast against the imitation silk, his memory still exquisitely tortured by her movements in the miniskirt. ” “You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. 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 Americans laugh at our custom of honouring our ancestors, our many-times great grandfathers. The man’s passion was infectious.
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