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Gold-handled, too. But I see now. You can’t look me in the eyes and say you don’t care for me. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. 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. This is a mere boy. "Sounds as if I had heard it, but I can't place it this minute. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. He has been a father to me and my child. Wild in his own domain. The doctor reached over and laid his hand upon Spurlock's heart.
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