- A melodious baritone flowed from the room, cozening, enticing, the kind of voice you might imagine from a grand opera singer or perhaps an infamous Casanova, “… Mr. Bourne, Spanish. Yes, your wards are quite distinctive. Come in.”
- The lights flared in the room at the words, somewhat reddish and dim, but enough to reveal the lanky form of the teacher reclining in the swivel chair at the other end of the room. He seemed to be staring up at the ceiling but that was no certainty, given his abilities.
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