A ragged boy crossed from the plaza and headed straight for her table. His soft voice begged for just one little centavo - please senorita, just one. She smiled at the flat dirty brown face. Surely, the boy continued in Spanish, the senorita could spare just one.
Geoffrey Homes
Build My Gallows High
(Out of the Past)
1946
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