‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted. "What a wonderful colour!" she exclaimed. ” He was arrested for a moment by an indistinct picture of Veronica reading this last sentence. With this view, he suffered him to pass on. She found a clean sweatshirt and soft pajama pants, glad to trade the wet for the dry. “Good, I’m so glad, Lucy. She would then partially recall the items that she had heard about him, presenting each at the angle that was the most likely to inflict pain. 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.
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