He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. " "Mr. Brown was not a blind man and had assiduously observed many a student soap opera over the years. 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 had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked. ‘All this gadding about.
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