Part 2 The next morning was as dark and foggy as if it was mid-November instead of early March. 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. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger. Hugging them, they crept stealthily around the house, Major Alderley leading, and wasting—so his captain acidly commented—a deal of time checking the windows and doors. “Can you come out tonight?” “Um, sure, I guess. I was quite as much annoyed as you were to see Mr. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. At last—I told a story. \" She fibbed. I wanted something alive. You are wholly in my power. 277 “I was beginning to think that I would never see you again, Lucy. Everything seemed designed to unhinge the mind and make the cat wretched.
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