" "But, man, this chap hasn't fallen soft. We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends. 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. I'm likely to get up any time in the night to work. He wore a black tail coat buttoned tightly over his chest, and a large diamond pin sparkled in a white satin tie which had seen better days. ” “Do you drink blood?” He stood up. He had been reading Belfort Bax, and declared himself a convert. . “I want to inquire,” said Ann Veronica. The afternoon had passed now into twilight.
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