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She’ll have to wait for dinner,” he said, uncomfortably. “We can,” he said, “and we will. Such freedoms from such people were not to be endured. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. Wood could not avoid making a slight shuffling sound. You never can go back. 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. “I think that you are very dense. Fortunately, ever since Wild's late murderous attack, the household has all been well armed. . Women who Dids, and all that kind of thing. She made a curious movement toward her niece, then suddenly, convulsively, she dabbed down something lumpy on the table and turned to follow her brother. You heard her. But you must leave us now, dear Winny, Jack and I have something to settle between ourselves. It would be the wrappered world almost at its best.
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