He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. 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. ’ Martha frowned. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. But you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. And I am coming to believe the best as well as the most beautiful friends a man can have are girl friends. "Certainly," replied Jonathan, with the most perfect sangfroid, "I'll undertake to free you from the boy. He—In fact, he—he locked me in my room. Meantime, a change had taken place in the weather. Ann Veronica had no answer for a moment.
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