" "What do you require further?" asked Jonathan. But to plunge blindly into the unknown!" "I had to! I had to!" She had told him only the first part of her story. Mr. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. ‘She won’t confide in you? Now, why?’ ‘Because that scoundrel Leonardo drummed it into her head that no man was to be trusted,’ Gerald announced viciously. The watch was again consulted. 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. And you talk like that! What the devil have you been up to, to land in this bog?" It was a cast at random.
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