I loved her beyond anything in heaven or on earth—to idolatry. Pity he's ta'en to bad ways so airly. 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. S. You seemed complete—without that. One would say she could try to —to prevent that her daughter will go to the convent. “Forgive my coming in,” she said to Ennison. There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. “I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms.
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