”
Even in the glamour of Miss Brett’s assurance it seemed to Ann Veronica that
this was, after all, no more than the gospel of Miss Miniver with a new set of
resonances. Joyous, she felt the need of physical expression; and her body began to sway
sinuously, to glide and turn and twist about the room. ”
“We’ll all go second,” said Ramage, “if we may?”
Mr. 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. ‘A
convenient desire, Mademoiselle Charvill. But then you're an adopted
son, and that makes all the difference. "Here he is, waterman," exclaimed the benevolent carpenter.
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