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. " "Ay, and there's my liver. Then she cursed herself for his eyes went to the letter and came back to her face. She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. ” They eyed her incredulously. He's coming. The first peg was torture. Were any thing to happen to him, Newgate wouldn't be what it is, nor Tyburn either. The room was dark and dusty.
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