She shook her head. "I am not afraid of death, Madame. At home, I should be dead now, through starvation or the cold or even murder at my Pa's hands."
She shrugged, and began to suck the stick.
"They would find my body, perhaps the next summer, when the snow was gone, and throw me in the pit. Well, I do not mind. Sometimes I think death would be nice. I thought that when we lived under the bridge- the Seine, you know? But then I thought, no. The water is too cold. Sometimes I wish I had said, 'yes'."
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"I am not afraid of death, Madame. At home, I should be dead now, through starvation or the cold or even murder at my Pa's hands."
She shrugged, and began to suck the stick.
"They would find my body, perhaps the next summer, when the snow was gone, and throw me in the pit. Well, I do not mind. Sometimes I think death would be nice. I thought that when we lived under the bridge- the Seine, you know? But then I thought, no. The water is too cold. Sometimes I wish I had said, 'yes'."