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I'll knock off at tea. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. He was normal now, and the coat was only a coat. ‘But if there is one, how in the world did this mystery lady of yours know of it?’ ‘That, Lucy, is precisely the point that has been exercising my mind,’ Gerald said, turning his eyes once more to the group of French exiles in the alcove. And yet, at the end of this prayer a subconscious thought broke through to consciousness. 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. " "What did I say?" "Only one word," she said, offering her first white lie. “I’m not nearly so sure as you. . . Just how particular are you? Will he have to bring recommendations?" "He will not. She had gained respect all about town with news of her fine marriage, and her reputation as a beauty was expanding. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket.
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