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. If he had got off, they might have hanged me, and welcome. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. "Here is my purse; and I trust you will let me know to whom I am indebted for this important service. She glanced into his face. I shall not let you go till I am quite sure. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. The wish was vain: and, endeavouring to banish every earthly thought, he addressed himself deeply and sincerely to prayer. The bridge was protected on either side by a railing with bannisters placed at wide intervals. Monsieur Charvill, he is also my cousin. A struggle of the most terrific kind now ensued. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes bright. It was not possible. ” “But how?” “I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going to be a grandfather!’” “Yes.
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