The stairs were outside but
they had been covered with a thin plastic roof. Get the men back to their posts. You
are—horrible. He was no match for
Brendon. Most of them didn’t, anyhow. Tell me how you are earning your living
here, Anna—typewriting, or painting, or lady’s companion?”
“I think,” Anna said, “that the less you know about me the better. Better get back
now! You be careful. 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. "
"You are interested?"
"In a way, naturally. “Yes,” said Ann Veronica, trying to think where they were, trying to get things
plain again that had seemed plain enough in the quiet of the night.
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