For those of you who are ahead of me in the timezones, I'm posting this a bit early. Also, I have to work tomorrow (boo, hiss!) so I wanted to make sure the entry post got started before I have to go manage the museum all day. There are also some random unclaimed letters, so if you're feeling inspired to fill them in over the course of the day, I
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by Lokei His sisters tossed it about as carelessly as a child’s toy, often with the sweet endearments of childhood attached. It didn’t matter whether they sprinkled it through their wholesome conversation on his infrequent visits, or whether it peppered their chatty letters, which they would store up for weeks and apparently mail all at once so that months of no word at all would be broken by a mail packet several inches thick that was the envy of many a homesick middie. Though he was not a great reader, nor they particularly accomplished correspondents, he took great pleasure in sitting in a sunny patch of quarterdeck to read them. And though he took care never to let his attention stray too far from the activity on deck, his lips occasionally quirked as he ran across a particularly entertaining story, only to vanish when it was necessary to employ his quarterdeck bellow, and become the fearsome Mr. Bush once more ( ... )
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Last sentence is the best, of course. :)
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I am so enjoying all the fic. Thank you so very very much for organizing all the fun.
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So it's not only Hornblower who acts a part, hmmm?
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