’
Melusine glared. “Why?”
“I still love you. ‘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. She said there was no other way to get them to stop
their constant screaming. Hurry to me, I entreat you. A stiff, formally-cut
coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a
crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs;
and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the
laced hat under his left arm. It gave him plenty of time to obsess over his
random crushes, which worried her. ‘Was you following, too, miss?’
‘Certainly I was following. Footprints, and we have to toddle
along in them, willy-nilly; and those who have the courage to step outside the
appointed path are called pariahs!"
"I'm afraid I shall not like this world very much. They mean everything that women can mean—except
submission. And every day's experience proves that I was
right.
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