All human food tasted
equally dead and loathsome to her, whether it was prime
steak or cheap hamburger. Through that she
had to go. 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. ‘Who in the name of heaven is this Leonardo? And why did he kiss you?’
‘He was an Italian soldier, and he wanted to kiss me,’ Melusine said, goaded. "I'll make a sketch, too," he said.
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