“I suppose my levity is incorrigible. She moaned, having failed in her mission to find her mother and her God. The reddish-haired young man contributed allusions to the Hegelian philosophy that momentarily confused the discussion. We've ridden post all the way, and I'm horribly tired, or you wouldn't have mastered me so easily. What else was there lurked in shadows and deep places; if in some mood of reverie it came out into the light, it was presently overwhelmed and hustled back again into hiding. A few minutes later she left the house on foot, and taking a hansom at the corner of the Square, drove to Anna’s flat. He is in the care of those who will not leave the task assigned to them—the utter perversion of his principles—half-finished. 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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