"Z, this is Thursday Next. I'm calling to see if you're okay after today's class. If it was something to do with the subject matter, please let me know. I'm also here if you want to talk about anything in confidence."
"Professor Next?" Z asked after she grabbed the phone. "I'm fine, really, don't worry about me." She was lying, of course, but pretty convincingly. "It was just a momentary thing."
"Well, if you need anything or if there's something in the class material that you want to go over, stop by my office. I doubt next week will pose a problem. Dickens hasn't insulted anyone since the 1900s other than university literature students."
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