“Holcroft,” he remarked, “in bald language, and with the usual limitations of his clouded intellect, has still given some slight expression to the consternation which I believe I may say is general amongst us. E. She had warned him. ‘Ah, the tragedy. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. B. 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 have been very selfish,” she declared. I’m sorry to hurt your feelings. Years ago, when you were a girl and in the bloom of your beauty, I loved you. Mrs.
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