In response to an almost imperative gesture from the
nurse, Anna laid her hand upon his. Her mouth lolled open and
drool seeped down one corner. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's
ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a
most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a
single ray of daylight. Wood's cries:
but, regardless of this, he darted along a passage, gained the shop, and passed
through an open door into the street. 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.
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