As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. “That’s all,” she said “I’m afraid I’m a little confused about these things. ’ Captain Roding stared at her, his jaw dropping, while Lucilla hastily turned away, although Melusine caught the laughter in her face. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. 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. The crowd now dispersed amongst the fields, and thousands of persons were seen hurrying towards Tyburn as fast as their legs could carry them, leaping over hedges, and breaking down every impediment in their course. Then Sheila noticed the stains. An old man and a young girl, the one as stubbornly offensive as the other.
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