. ”
“But Italy—”
“Italy’s for a good girl,” he said, and laid his hand for a moment on her
shoulder. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you
confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your
grandfather, girl. Gerald smiled and excused himself with the Poussaint girl, whose mouth
pinched together as she threw a dagger glance at the voluptuous Madame
Valade. 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. Thames Darrell, I've said, is at Mr. She was very satisfied about this. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said. No man knew whence she had come nor why. ‘Wait for me. “Why don’t they wait?” he added.
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