Page 195 - The Book Thief
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When she was finished, she found the young man at the kitchen table, utterly
morose. Hans was sitting opposite, his hands cupped above the sheet of wood.
Liesel, from the hallway, could see the drawn face of the stranger, and behind it,
the worried expression scribbled like a mess onto Mama.
She looked at both her foster parents.
Who were these people?
