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. ‘I’m on your side. " "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. He suddenly became eloquent and plausible. . I didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir. ” He uttered thoughtfully. Besides," added he, opening the shawl in which the infant was wrapped, and throwing the light of the candle full upon its sickly, but placid features, "it's sinful to repine while you've a child like this to comfort you. You must think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement. People were not slaves to their gods as they are now, oppressed and unhappy, chained to their mortality and suffering so that they may one day enter an imaginary Heaven. “The ones Cariolus did for me. \"Why should they care that I want to go to college when they are so busy interviewing architects about adding on to our house, making it bigger?\" Lucy looked at her, concerned. "Do you know what you make me think of?" "What?" "As if you had stepped out of some old family album.
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