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He kissed each boy on the forehead, then walked out the side door into the storm. The last they saw of him was a tall figure disappearing into the black cypress trees, the lightning illuminating him for a single, frozen second—a man made of old rebellions and forgotten alphabets.

He bowed, and as he did, the wind slammed the door shut behind him. For the first week, the grandsons—brutish, beautiful boys of seventeen and nineteen—resisted. They threw ink at him. They hid his Horace. They spoke only in rapid, vulgar dialect they were certain no foreigner could follow. The English Tutor - Raul Korso Leo Domenico -...

At that, the tutor turned. And for the first time, the silver in his eyes seemed to burn. He kissed each boy on the forehead, then