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. Her mind jumped with questions as fear raced through her and hardened into a bid for retaliation. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase, surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope and Dumas, cheek by jowl. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. ‘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. To preserve herself, however, from destitution, or what she considered worse, she wedded a journeyman carpenter, named Sheppard.
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