CHAPTER 9
PART XXIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER 9Visible text2 paragraphs
" ‘Mein Kind, wir waren Kinder."
She shut her eyes. She wanted nothing but his voice. His voice was alive. It remembered. It hadn't grown old and tired. "My child, we once were children, two children happy and small; we crept in the little henhouse and hid ourselves under the straw."