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. ‘She hasn’t said so, but I presume Valade had got hold of all the useful papers,’ Gerald went on. Let me bind you up, and then you can attend to her. She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. “Close your eyes. "I was only just in time. No instrument I've ever used has done me such good service. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. ” His shoulders relaxed. His hands reached under her skirt. She pulled the door so that it was not quite to, and held out her hand, palm up.
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