You must have repented a little, or you
would not have done that. “I don’t know. "I'm glad to hear it, that's all," he added, taking out his snuff-box, his
never-failing resource in such emergencies. Lucy kissed
him on the cheek. 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. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. “I wrote it for you. "I cannot sign it," returned Trenchard. "I have some difficulty in preventing myself from
becoming your executioner.
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