I just suppose it isn’t worth the trouble. She pointed. Her hair got loose, her hat came over one eye, and she had no arm free to replace it. 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. She found herself trying on the baubles he brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss it. Both these ladies possessed considerable personal attractions. ‘That is what she wants, is it?’ ‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly. "Miss Thornhill's a charming girl. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. He has a way of sitting on people.
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