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. “Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. " "I've no intention of stirring," replied the woollen-draper, who was thus unceremoniously disturbed: "and I beg you'll sit down, Mr. ‘Bon. But, though I cannot reward you, Heaven will. ” She stopped. ” Nothing unusual was discovered in any other part of the flat. She got a bun and some cocoa in the little refreshment-room, and then wandered through the galleries up-stairs, crowded with Polynesian idols and Polynesian dancinggarments, and all the simple immodest accessories to life in Polynesia, to a seat among the mummies. “MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. Brendon looked across the room at her thoughtfully. “You see, it comes after all,” she continued, “from certain original convictions which have become my religion.
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