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The
glamour
,
the
tense
situation
,
the
fine
clothes
,
the
applause
,
these
had
lured
her
until
she
felt
that
she
,
too
,
could
act
—
that
she
,
too
,
could
compel
acknowledgment
of
power
.
Now
she
was
told
that
she
really
could
—
that
little
things
she
had
done
about
the
house
had
made
even
him
feel
her
power
.
It
was
a
delightful
sensation
while
it
lasted
.
When
Drouet
was
gone
,
she
sat
down
in
her
rocking
-
chair
by
the
window
to
think
about
it
.
As
usual
,
imagination
exaggerated
the
possibilities
for
her
.
It
was
as
if
he
had
put
fifty
cents
in
her
hand
and
she
had
exercised
the
thoughts
of
a
thousand
dollars
.
She
saw
herself
in
a
score
of
pathetic
situations
in
which
she
assumed
a
tremulous
voice
and
suffering
manner
.
Her
mind
delighted
itself
with
scenes
of
luxury
and
refinement
,
situations
in
which
she
was
the
cynosure
of
all
eyes
,
the
arbiter
of
all
fates
.
As
she
rocked
to
and
fro
she
felt
the
tensity
of
woe
in
abandonment
,
the
magnificence
of
wrath
after
deception
,
the
languour
of
sorrow
after
defeat
.
Thoughts
of
all
the
charming
women
she
had
seen
in
plays
—
every
fancy
,
every
illusion
which
she
had
concerning
the
stage
—
now
came
back
as
a
returning
tide
after
the
ebb
.
She
built
up
feelings
and
a
determination
which
the
occasion
did
not
warrant
.
Drouet
dropped
in
at
the
lodge
when
he
went
down
town
,
and
swashed
around
with
a
great
air
,
as
Quincel
met
him
.
“
Where
is
that
young
lady
you
were
going
to
get
for
us
?
”
asked
the
latter
.
“
I
’
ve
got
her
,
”
said
Drouet
.
“
Have
you
?
”
said
Quincel
,
rather
surprised
by
his
promptness
;
“
that
’
s
good
.
What
’
s
her
address
?
”
and
he
pulled
out
his
notebook
in
order
to
be
able
to
send
her
part
to
her
.
“
You
want
to
send
her
her
part
?
”
asked
the
drummer
.
“
Yes
.
”
“
Well
,
I
’
ll
take
it
.
I
’
m
going
right
by
her
house
in
the
morning
.
