He saluted awkwardly. God must love me, for he has guided me here. I suppose it is the mirrors and decorations. To be with you is the best moral tonic I know. " "When will you want me?"—with pitiful eagerness. ” He started back as though he had been shot. “And to-night we are friends?” “We are friends,” said Ann Veronica, and drew her hand quickly away from him. 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 think everything’s right,” said Ann Veronica, with the roaming eye of a capable but not devoted house-mistress. That paper must be signed, or I take my departure.
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