"Half-Sister," Sarah corrected, her voice composed again.
Denisov, with sparkling eyes and ruffled hair, sat at the clavichord striking chords with his short fingers, his legs thrown back and his eyes rolling as he sang, with his small, husky, but true voice, some verses called "Enchantress," which he had composed, and to which he was trying to fit music:
He looked startled for a moment, and then composed himself.
Hopefully her voice sounded more composed than she felt.
Composed enough to handle his duties, Gabe left his cabin.