He had
been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades,
and here she was, displayed for the world to see in
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drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old
schoolteacher. Thanksgiving Day morning, Shari woke Lucy a half an
hour before the sounding of the alarm. Her
secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of
telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a
white, fantastically white, maiden. ”
The figure of her aunt, a little distant, a little propitiatory, behind the coffee
things, filled her with a sense of almost catastrophic adventure. “They’re all doing great. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly,
made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. We leave this room together. 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. But he looked back into the
hall and spoke to the sergeant who could just be seen behind him.
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