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The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance
to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. I’ve never met any one like you. "
"We may believe as much of that as we please, I suppose," observed the
carpenter's wife, with a sneer. 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. ”
“Well?”
“I went from Anna’s flat to Nigel Ennison’s rooms. It’s not
like we’re getting married. In the recess beside the fireplace were some open
bookshelves. Daughters were not like sons. ‘There’s a surgeon on his way, and my
men are under orders to do whatever is needful. ’
Fury rippled again. ‘When she lies outright, she thinks about it.
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