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\" Michelle laughed. "Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" vociferated Jonathan, in a tone that betrayed hot the slightest discomposure. " "Devil!" muttered Jack, again grasping his pistol. ‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his cockaded hat and handing it over. She yielded it without protest, as though unconsciously. 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. Her hormones were raging stupidly.
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