"Then, the story of his death was false. At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. "Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters," whispered Sheppard. 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.
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