’ ‘There is no need for this,’ he ventured mildly, and lifted his finger to show his own pistol was not cocked. Jack's heart was too full to allow him to derive any pleasure from this scene; so he strolled on without raising his eyes till he arrived at Kensal Green. "And so shall I," replied Edgeworth Bess. His slightest move caused her infinite pleasure. 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. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. You will observe that a coronet is embroidered on it. Strangers look in and long, and neighbours are moved to envy.
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