‘Sapristi,’ he shouted angrily. The teacher turned towards the blackboard to inscribe the names of Capulet and Montague. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. I don’t know. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. But, here they are. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life.
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