Did he see him, this Monsieur
Charvill?’
‘I don’t rightly know, miss,’ confessed Kimble. You’ll never even see me again, for that
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matter. “YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. You’re mine. 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. ‘Whereas my need was very great indeed. "
And seizing her by the hair, he pulled back her head, and drew the knife with all
his force across her throat.
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