He destroyed her clumsily made dolls whenever he found them. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. In the floor were set four ring-bolts, about nine feet apart. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. Nothing to check their proceedings but a declining habit of telling the truth and the limitations of their imaginations. Mesdames Thierry and Poussaint appeared delighted to meet Gerald, and he was obliged to do the pretty to their daughters too. Perhaps I deceived you about it.
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