A hush descended across the audience as instruments
tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed
abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and
reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. Wood," cried David, pouring out a glass of the spirit, and
offering it to the carpenter, "that'll warm the cockles of your heart. "
"A penny, if you please, Sir," said the hawker. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far
recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under
the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. 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.
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