“Pwease,” she said, her great big eyes puppyish, her little lower lip pushed out and trembling, “Oh pwease mister, pwease?”
“Awwwwww,”
went the town-folk.
“Ick,”
went the Miser.
“How
can anyone say no to a face like that?” said the leader of the militia.
The Miser leaned down from the edge of the gallows, making the whole
platform rumble and squeak, and stuck his face right up close to the girl. “No,” he said. “Nooooooo.
No and no and no again. No!” He turned back to the men of the
militia. “See? It’s easy.”
7½*/10. The full review is here.
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