" "I'll give you something better worth keeping," she answered, detaching the ornament from her neck, and presenting it to him; "this contains a lock of my hair, and may remind you sometimes of your little sister. 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. See!" she added, tearing the rag from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. "Sit down, and enjoy yourself. The spirit of disaffection was busy throughout the kingdom. She had thought that all Morningside Park householders came home before seven at the latest, as her father usually did. Over these hung levels, bevels, squares, and other instruments of measurement. She turned up dead after about eight weeks and it broke my heart. But I do not need that Gérard attend. I’m sorry. " Mr. This lifeless appearance was heightened by the extreme sharpness of her features—especially the nose and chin,—and by the emaciation of her limbs, which was painfully distinct through her drapery.
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