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“Just because everyone’s doing it doesn’t make it right. Wrong’s wrong, even in a ruddy war.”
Old man Morris said it had to go to a family with more coupons, and it’s just you and me, isn’t it?”
We just have to make the best of things and be happy with what we’ve got.”
“It’s hard to imagine there is a God at the moment, isn’t it?” he said. “If I was watching this from up in heaven, I’d want to step in and put a stop to it.”
Like most front parlours, the room was only used for guests, on special occasions.
Jack wasn’t a real bad boy but a typical Cockney, ready to take advantage of anything that might come his way, like that sugar falling off a pallet.
All these people, crammed like sardines. And the smells. It fair turns my stomach. It’s like my vision of hell.”
“Well, I have given up, haven’t I? I lost my little girl. And now I’ve lost my home, all my things. I’ve got nothing, nowhere. Why shouldn’t I just sit here until I freeze to death?”
“Come and see what I’ve found!” he called to her. “You won’t believe it. A real miracle.”
She tried not to think, but she could picture it so clearly—she and Peter, running across the fields, playing with dogs, feeding the chickens, and he growing strong and healthy. It was like a Christmas miracle.
