Here was no crooked soul; a little
weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. ”
He bent and kissed her hair and paused, and then forced his attention back to
the map. Utter silence
answered him. Its very
calmness was frightful. ’ For my own part I go about loving. The prostitute’s attack
was predictable, typical. 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
fixed it. Not like my father. . If I had
known that you were here you should not have been kept waiting for a second. “You did a great job on my concerto today.
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