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"My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. Sir John saw it, and was flattered. Sebastian rose from the tomb. The moment he was out in the hall, Ruth sat up hugging and rocking her body in delight. \"What's in there?\" Lucy asked. 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 seem to want this chap out of Canton. The settlements which he has spoken of, too, are most munificent. I know why. She stood without motion and without strength. Brendon’s had an awful stroke of luck. “Your name and address were upon an envelope found in the pocket of an Englishman who was brought here late last night suffering from serious injuries,” he said in a dry official tone.
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