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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. For a moment she remained silent. She remained on guard. " He stuffed the printed chintz into her arms and smiled into her eyes. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. I felt somehow I’d hurt you. The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say.
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