I snatched it up, pointed it blindly at him, and fired. ‘Then it is that you will have pity? Here we have come, we poor, for aid. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. And if one were to love some one very much, it’s just so that one would be blindest, just when one wanted most to see. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. I hope that some day he'll understand how much he owes you. The chance had gone. Are these folks your current foster parents?” “Yes.
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