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. “See you to-night, I suppose?” He sauntered off. “You ass and imbecile, Ann Veronica! You female cad! Cad! Cad!. Not us. ’ ‘Well, I do now,’ Lucilla said firmly, and turned back to Melusine. It was just such a bedroom as she would have chosen for herself. You know that, and I know that, though we might be put to it to find a reason why. "Why, of hanging the fellow who acts as his jackal; one Blake, or Blueskin, I think he's called. He had diverged only a little from the truth when he said that his chief interest in life was women. It was decrepit and too large.
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