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The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. 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 walk has given me an appetite, and I do not feel like waiting till five o’clock. That is so like you, Diana—Pallas Athene! (Pallas Athene is better. “And all the rest of it perhaps is a song. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go. He did not care whether the stories were accepted or not. The hurricane had now reached its climax. “Shari told me.
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