"Set down the kid," roared Blueskin, savagely. The thought of the picture but added to her despondency. " "On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily. ’ He sighed. “Let me show you something. It’s for you to say if I may sit on it. . “Is this hansom for me?” she said. There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes. Still, I'm glad she didn't accept my invitation to join us. 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. The lady grasped it more firmly and turned it upon Hilary. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. Why would your mother be so impatient?” Lucy speculated.
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