’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. "Where is he?" he cried. ” “Why did you tell me? I thought—I thought we were going to be friends. He then tried the door of Mr. ” “No,” cried Miss Miniver, almost vehemently. Not daring, however, to listen to it, he ran on. ” He was silent for some moments. 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. ’ ‘Hadn’t the wit, you mean. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?" "Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly. Like the Valades, I imagine.
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