She had to resist an impulse of sheer terror, to run out after them and give in. “This is Mr. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. And experience was slow in coming. There is the key. A brief calm succeeded. "His shin may need rubbing. " "A bold resolution," said the woollen-draper. He classified her as he seated himself. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. 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. Miss Stanley walked round the garden thinking, and presently house and garden reverberated to Ann Veronica’s slamming of the front door.
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