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. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. "What's the matter with the man?" demanded Wild. ” Lucy said. “I have no wish,” he said, “to altogether ignore the fact that you are my wife’s sister, and have therefore a certain claim upon me. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance. Why did you let him have it?" "Let him have it? I can't stand at the elbow of any of the guests and regulate his or her actions. It—it is nothing,’ she said, although with a tremor in her voice.
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