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. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. ‘Gad, what a mess!’ Gerald pulled free, and Melusine broke back, staring at him. . “You said you were in love with me,” said Ann Veronica; “I wanted to explain —” “I said I loved and wanted you. I know well that you are making a game with me. "I've got to see him; but I'll be reasonable. She danced with two others. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. ” “Your husband,” he answered bluntly. Pain sliced into Gerald’s hand and his sword arm jerked. She, perhaps, displayed herself rather consciously as a fine person unduly limited. . And he, her lawful husband, dared not go to her and console her! Accursed—all of them— Enschede, Ruth, and himself. ” He played it cool, but he had seen it in her face.
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