Title: On Going Home, Chapter 7
Word Count: 671
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On Going Home, Chapter 7
Sometimes Horatio thought that he could remember her. Sometimes he thought that he dreamed of her. There was a portrait, in his father's study, with grave brown eyes, and a face much like his own. He had seen the portrait every day of his childhood. Other boys had real mothers. He had his father, and the portrait. He learned early not to speak of her. It was not that anyone rebuked him, Dr. Hornblower answered all questions, always. But his eyes went shadowy when Horatio asked about his mother. So, quite soon he stopped asking.
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