“Am I hurting you?” She asked. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. ” “I’m afraid it can’t. “G. 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. Why doesn’t she marry? Plenty of money under her father’s will. “Gracious!” she exclaimed to herself. ‘There is little I can do at present. Somehow. . ” “Thank you,” Anna answered coldly. She battled with a deadly faintness, and she tottered rather than walked back to her seat.
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