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By his side sat a remarkably stout dame, to whom he paid as much attention as it was in his iron nature to pay. “I might have muddled for a time. I may as well think. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact. "The same as a Japanese geisha girl. 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. “This is all madness,” she declared wearily. “Think of the mockery!” she said. Unless they remind him now and then not to. She hung for a moment, and then went on, conclusively, “Until we have the vote that is how things WILL be. “You wouldn’t. What ho! lights! lights!" And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs.
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