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An elderly Asiatic puppet master tours mountain fairs with a deaf boy and a mute foundling girl, performing one play: the lurid career of Lady Purple, a courtesan who murdered her foster parents and consumed her lovers until she became a mere puppet herself. After a performance he kisses the marionette tenderly, she comes alive, drains his blood and breath, sets the booth on fire, and walks into the town toward the brothel.
When Lady Purple gains life, she does not invent a new existence. She heads straight for the brothel to re-enact the role she was manipulated through for years. A being formed entirely by someone else's fantasy, once released, reproduces that fantasy on its own, so escaping the controller does not mean escaping the control.
The professor's skill is so total that the life of the performance passes out of him and into the puppet. He becomes a mere instrument serving her motion. Perfecting an imitation hollows the imitator, and the artifact finally takes what remains of him literally.
The story deliberately leaves it undecidable whether the puppet had been imitating a woman or the legendary woman had become a puppet. The ambiguity reframes femininity as a performance manipulated from outside, in which the 'real' woman and the male-operated figure cannot be told apart. Read this way, the male fantasy of the femme fatale becomes the thing that kills the fantasist.