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 walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it. “Is this hansom for me?” she said. A shout was heard at a little distance, and, the next moment, a person
rushed with breathless haste to the stair-head. From beginning to end it was first-hand stuff. She picked up the
hand cannon. ‘Because he knows you for an imposter,’ Melusine flashed. As to this little fellow, in spite
of the Dutchman, who, in my opinion, is more of a Jacobite than a conjurer, and
more of a knave than either, he shall never mount a horse foaled by an acorn, if I
can help it. She gained her
room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and
pursuit. 9.
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