[Edgeworth looks away from him and smiles, humorlessly, miserably. There's something in him of the trapped animal. He replies, brittle:]
My thanks for the advice, sir, but this isn't my first experience with such things. I'm an old hand. I'll manage.
[He wants to take some measure of pleasure in the thought of Snape's nose being broken. He wants to enjoy the thought of the man's evidently fragile bones. But he just feels ill.]
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My thanks for the advice, sir, but this isn't my first experience with such things. I'm an old hand. I'll manage.
[He wants to take some measure of pleasure in the thought of Snape's nose being broken. He wants to enjoy the thought of the man's evidently fragile bones. But he just feels ill.]