"
"I've been wondering, too. 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. In the centre of the
upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the
asylum. She followed the
official back into his room. . From the opposite corner under
the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood and glowered at them. Sometimes she missed
her cue and nodded affirmatively when the gesture should have been the reverse;
and Prudence would send her a sharp glance of disapproval. Everywhere else—the law,
medicine, the Stock Exchange—prejudice bars us. "Were it not for that, he would indeed be a blessing and a comfort to me. “I didn’t know Mr. "
"But wasn't I right? That pair?"
"I'll take the boy; he'll be a novelty. “Damned Rascal!” he said. "
The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast.
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