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‘Certainly this is true,’ she managed. It would be very hard perhaps to make you understand just how I feel about it. I am an independent sort of person,” she continued, “and I am engaged in an attempt to earn my own living. ” “No, I don’t. You never can tell. 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. He crawled underneath the covers with her. " "Make an effort, Madam," cried Mrs. You will not find it else. “You needn’t say a word more,” Mr. " "There's some one in the garden at this moment," cried Jack; "I saw a face at the window. ” Inwardly, she laughed at the idea of him trying to beat on her, flailing, his arms akimbo.
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