Tell me that you are not sorry to see me again. Which is why I wasn’t able to see him until today. His name was Peter. Perhaps, as you say, I do not really care—but I cannot do it. One who—who—tres. I ought to have seen—” “It doesn’t matter a rap—if you’re not disposed to resent the—the way I behaved. 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. \" \"Would you like me to carry some of the books? I have nothing to bring home today.
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