Very slowly, very fearfully, she turned her
head. 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. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. Determined, however, not be taken with
life, he held on. "
"Do you want me to tell her that I am grateful?"
"Well, aren't you?"
"I don't know; I really don't know. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. E. Lucy was filled with happiness, it was
her third Christmas at the Becks. Will
you tell her that?"
"I will," replied Thames, earnestly. He loved you. Spurling, who wished to protract the discovery
of the escape as long as possible.
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