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‘But Gérard—if you mean the fellow Alderley who was making eyes at Yolande—is not here. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a faint shudder stir her shoulders. If only to say goodbye. Perhaps, after all, the others were right. They stood for a moment in the passage and listened. 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. She just sat and told me that was her arrangement. Is there anything you'd like?" "Books.
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