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And you have to thank her presence, hot-headed boy, that I do not chastise your insolence as it deserves. 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. E. Goopes said she believed in nothing else, and with that she glanced at Ann Veronica, rose a little abruptly, and directed Goopes and the shy young man in the handing of refreshments. I can’t. " "No. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. Her confession was still unmade. "I don't see how I can improve it.
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