Page 111 - Devil's Arithmetic by Jane Yolen
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Hannah shook her head slowly, but neither she nor
Gitl knew what she really meant by it. She rubbed her
fingers across the numbers on her sore arm as if mem-
orizing them. Then she let Gitl lead her to an unoc-
cupied shelf, where she rolled herself onto it and, without
even minding the rough surface, fell asleep.
She dreamed of roast beef, sweet wine, and bitter
herbs.
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