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. Sebastian howled with laughter, doubling over. " "When you heard what was going on, why didn't you send for me?" "I didn't know it was going on. Years ago I marked out an intinerary for myself; but the trip never materialized. . ” “Not in the least,” Anna answered calmly. I must go to work again. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it. “My hand! This isn’t the place. Do so; and I am yours as heretofore. She was the High Priestess. “I wish he had,” she said. The cork came out with a loud pop, and Anna could not help wondering how it must sound to the patient little crowd outside.
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