‘Moi, je vais vous tuer!’ ‘I don’t think so,’ Gerald said through his teeth. I was rude and stupid. Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter. A slender young man, wearing glasses, appeared from the shadow of the nearest van. "Look at it!" he felt like screaming. Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed. He waved a hand toward the sea. His smile faded. Spurling; Austin had never quitted his post. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. I knew where I would go next: Florence. 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. For a while he threatened her. But the world didn’t do that.
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