Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. ‘The general himself?’ ‘How shall I get my inheritance if the general will believe that pig?’ ‘Do wish you wouldn’t keep on calling him a pig,’ Martha begged. " "Perhaps he is from Lord Derwentwater, or Mr. "Why do you laugh?" he asked. 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. Of course he hadn't played the game wisely. During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable resemblance to her. You don’t deserve it, but he does. But," said the fellow, with a laugh, "he soon contrived to make his way out on it, though. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies.
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