“I expected you to be more understanding, Melisande,” he said with an air of accomplice.
“You’re a disgusting human being!” I was almost shouting, but I didn’t care. He used my confidences to punish me, to justify his sins, his cruelty, and I wasn’t willing to tolerate it.
He laughed at me. “I didn’t think you were so impetuous, Melisande. I thought you were controlled and passive. I see with pleasure that you have a temper somewhere. A bit rusty, but we'll restore it again, won’t we?”
By now the waves were thrusting me from one side to the other, and the ship on which I was traveling, that I believed had landed in a safe harbour, began to fall apart. I stood up.
“I won’t stay here a minute more!”
If my tone irritated him, he showed no sign of it, and he kept smiling. “Sit back down,
