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” Mr. ” “I don’t believe it,” he answered hoarsely. I’m sorry. ‘Go then. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. ‘In this case, I will not kill him at all, even that he should have remained to wait for my letter. He would condemn her to the vengeance of the mob all for refusing to marry him. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. 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.
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