“And of course you are my niece just as Annabel is, although I am sorry to learn that your conduct has been much less discreet than hers. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil. You go cheer him up. 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. ” “I can’t be portentous, dear, when you’re about. "Good Lord!—cannibals?" "Aye.
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