'"
"Every day?" said Herkimer.
"Every day."
"And when you had a model?"
"Oh, then it was worse. She treated the models as though they were
convicts, watching them out of the corners of her eyes. Her
demonstration of affection redoubled, her caresses never stopped, as
though she wished to impress upon them her proprietorship. Those days
she was really jealous."
"God--how could you stand it?" said Herkimer, violently.
"To be frank, the more she outraged me as an artist, the more she
pleased me as a man. To be loved so absolutely, especially if you are
sensitive to such things, has an intoxication of its own, yes, she
fascinated me more and more."
"Extraordinary."
"One day I tried to make her understand that I had need to be alone. She
listened to me solemnly, with only a little quiver of her lips, and let
me go. When I returned, I found her eyes swollen with weeping and her
heart bursting."
"And you took her in your arms and promised never to send her away
again."
"Naturally. Then I began to go out into society to please her.
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