to look into his eyes. He didn't let her. He carefully placed his hand on her cheek and turned her head so that their eyes met. She was crying again.-I... I couldn't do anything... She just... She just told me... She didn't listen when I said I didn't want to... She said I had no choice... That I had to... That it was the right thing to do... -She rested her head on his shoulder sobbing quietly.
-Easy.- He whispered. It seemed to him that he already knew what it could be about.-Don't cry and tell me exactly what happened.-He wiped away her tear again and looked into her eyes. They stayed like that for a while, and when she had calmed down a little he helped her to get up and sit in the chair. She sat in silence for a while and then expelled herself almost in one breath.
-Mom said that tomorrow we are leaving Dagos for Le Moulin in France.- She rubbed her eyes.-My grandmother lives there and I am to learn tailoring from her. That's the tradition in my family.- She pulled her nose and stuck her gaze into the ground.- I couldn't do anything. She said we had to go, that she couldn't support us in this town any longer because some new manufactories had opened and we had fewer customers.- She fell silent again and tears trickled down her cheeks.- If I leave you will be left alone.- She stammered unable to look at him.- I don't want to do that. I don't want to leave you alone with Pirce and his gang, with all the problems, with this... With what's happening.- She covered her face with her hands trying to stifle her sobs. Tears trickled down between her fingers.
-You don't have to worry about it.- He took her hand and smiled tilting his head.-You really don't have to.
-I don't have to?! I don't have to?!- She jumped up from her seat and started pacing back and forth in front of him with her face contorted with something between pain and
