" And, once more enveloping himself in darkness, he pursued his course. ” “But it is too late,” she declared. He hadn't followed this angle of thought in ten years: what he might have been, with a little shrewd selfishness. “Stay where you are for a moment,” she directed. There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes. But, not daring to confess his want of comprehension, he made a profound reverence, and retired. You never can go back. His sword then came in for his scrutiny: he felt at, and appeared satisfied with its edge. 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. Then her head disappeared suddenly in her hands, and her shoulders shook violently.
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