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She smiled. She was so
interested, and this was such a relief from the trudging anxiety of her search for
work, that she went on for a whole week as if she was still living at home. 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. She loved Florence, wandering the huge markets
which bustled day and night. “No. "Were it not for that, he would indeed be a blessing and a comfort to me. The one
profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage—
is teaching, and there we trample on one another. "
"Let me go," implored Mrs. He never appears to so little advantage as when speaking of him. "I cannot do it. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton
had come the smash. The occasion of all this confusion and dismay, meanwhile, remained perfectly
motionless; his figure erect, and with somewhat of dignity in his demeanour.
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