[There's no becoming accustomed to being smiled at this much, Horatio is entirely certain. Still, exposure could make anything more bearable--and this, surely, would be somewhat easier to be accustomed to than the last few years had been.]
It's my-- [The thought is interrupted briefly, attention snapping to one of the boys whose attention seems to be wandering from his practice. A sharp noise in the back of his throat seems sufficient to draw the child back to attention for the moment.] --absolute pleasure.
[That sounds quite proper, once he's said it. Perhaps this won't go so terribly after all.]
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It's my-- [The thought is interrupted briefly, attention snapping to one of the boys whose attention seems to be wandering from his practice. A sharp noise in the back of his throat seems sufficient to draw the child back to attention for the moment.] --absolute pleasure.
[That sounds quite proper, once he's said it. Perhaps this won't go so terribly after all.]