The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain by the time she left the building. Somebody to whom she would be necessary, who for days would have to depend upon her for the needs of life. The nuns wore their habit, and said all their offices, and went about their tasks unobtrusively, relieving the poor and needy and tending the sick. She galloped up the small stairs, hearing that Shari had finally risen. He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered. ‘What’s wrong, miss? Ain’t I done right?’ Melusine’s mind was reeling, but she reached out and seized his wrist. 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. Besides, she had admitted her identity.
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