When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food. "Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears. It is foolish, she murmured to herself, foolish. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. ‘But that is easy. Only promise me this. We were to ransom you, then we would fake your death, play as if the kidnappers had executed you.
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