At Christmas he gave her a set of a small edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his own. 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. “Yes. Ireton and his friends to taste it. ‘Playing games to tease me, that’s all he can think of doing. It doesn't annoy me; it only disturbs me. Glancing around his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect an escape from it. Kneebone assured her that he did say so; and, as a further proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table. The stench is everywhere. How is it that everyone is aware of these things except me?\" She said. Jack is registered in the Black Book. O'Higgins is rather a kindly man.
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