From the Bookshelf of Meggie & Mo's Booklist…

[close] ...she felt none of the sympathy Mo had shown for him. His scarred face only reminded her of lies he had told her to lure her out to him, like the Pied Piper in the story. He had played with her as he played with fire, with his brightly colored juggler's balls: come along, Meggie; this way, Meggie: trust me, Meggie. She felt like running up the steps and striking his lying mouth.

Inkheart pp. 158-159