How I wish I
might meet this delightful mystery lady of yours. "I'm too well acquainted with your proceedings,
Madam, to believe that. ‘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. Plain, wide-mouthed, freckled, and
ugly, she was an instantly jealous creature, her saving
grace that she took no pains to mask her extreme dislike
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of petite, pretty girls. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there
were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what
they tell me. Each became frightfully aware of
the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek,
of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist.
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