’ ‘Are you off your head? Think I don’t know you’re up to some mischief or other?’ Melusine feigned innocence. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. She moved then, fast, taking refuge behind a Chinese screen that was set beside the four-poster at the back of the room.
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