Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that
she must not disturb him in this man-agony. Her mind jumped with questions as fear raced through her and hardened into a
bid for retaliation. But never
would any so dishonour himself as to hand a fellow rogue over to the authorities. 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. Look at it, I say.
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