She exhaled, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders and arms. The teacher droned on and on about the mournful funerary love of Romeo and Juliet, a tale she had long since tired of. I must know what new thing has come between us that she should treat me as a lover one day and a monster the next. That was the glorious if bewildering truth. ’ Melusine stared. She had seen Mrs. Bête, she told herself fiercely. Brown was not a blind man and had assiduously observed many a student soap opera over the years. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly.
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