The teacher turned towards the blackboard to inscribe the names of Capulet and Montague. She heard him come in; the light burned on. His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. But this is like—like walking round a house that looks square and complete and finding an unexpected long wing running out behind. Her state of mind would have seemed altogether discreditable to her grandmother. She pointed. He had invited himself to dine with her merely to watch her table manners.
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