”
She covered her face with her hands. I killed him, Nigel. 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. ”
“It is over for now,” he answered, “but I cannot bear to think that you are subject
to this sort of thing. George for
England' and a loyal ditty, then much in vogue, called 'True Protestant
Gratitude, or, Britain's Thanksgiving for the First of August, Being the Day of
His Majesty's Happy Accession to the Throne. Clarice rubbed her belly, singing songs to the
unborn baby. “A bad thing
for me when that legacy came. Can I be accommodated with a seat, Mr. ’ Relaxing back, Gerald folded his arms. She wanted to think of him as her
beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing
this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained
unconscious of herself. It was not for a week or
a month. He reeled, and crashed to the floor. He did not know—and probably never would unless
she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into
slatternly ways in this latitude. ’
Gerald shrugged.
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