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She did not wait, but grabbed
up the lantern and slid into the passage, calling to them to hurry. Listen. "Where are the packets committed to your
charge by Sir Rowland Trenchard?"
"The packets!" exclaimed Kneebone, in alarm. He was a bad dog; he
knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. 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. Anna had told me that
he carried always with him this bogus marriage certificate. Never again to be alone! To fit herself into this
man's life as a hand into a glove; to use all her skill to force him into the position
of depending upon her utterly; to be the spark to the divine fire! He should have
his book, even if it had to be written with her heart's blood.
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