It was one of those old sliding trap affairs,
narrow and steep of descent. He seemed to have shrunken in his seat. Why? If she had put the query to herself, she could not
have answered it. He felt he was human wisdom prudentially interpolated. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. "
"I will. 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. "God forgive me for using such a word!" he cried, in a troubled tone; "if I hadn't
yielded to my wife's silly request, this wouldn't have happened!"
CHAPTER VII. ’
***
Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of
damp linen. It must be somewhere hereabouts.
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