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It was quite dark; but as some of the assemblage carried links, it was soon ascertained to be headed by the same party who had mainly incited the former disturbance. Who is the other?” “What other?” Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. Spurling, who did not dare to exhibit her satisfaction otherwise than by privately pinching the arm of her expected husband. "Oh, Heavens!" cried Mrs. One would think I had agreed to her going. 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. Mr.
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