*smiles--the kind of broad, solid, honest smile that makes you trust a person--and he looks like the kind of solid, honest person you would trust--he has grey hair and a leathery, sun-wrinkled kind of face, and big hands that are comfortably hard and lined from doing some kind of good work--and that's what you'd think if you first saw him. you'd
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Luther! *beams and doesn't tackle or pounce or anything of the sort* *barely* The old Raven! Come bearing good tidings, I hope, this time? It'd be a change for you. You usually had nothing but bad news, really, in the past; but, well, I suppose most news in times of war is bad, because if it's good, you don't really send news of it much. *finally takes a breath* ...hallo, and welcome, welcome, welcome!
*is babbling. yes. oh yes. because he's even more grinnily pleased than his typist who IS, incidentally, smiling so hugely that her mum asked her what on earth was the matter.*
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You've made me feel very welcome, I'll admit, although I don't think I brought only bad news. No more than could be helped, at any rate.
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