“That’s it… because…”
“Never mind the reason. That don’t concern me. Now if you don’t want him, just give him to me. I’ll take charge of him.”
“You? take charge of him!”
“You want to get rid of him, don’t you?”
“Give you a child like him, a beautiful boy, for he is beautiful, the prettiest boy in the village, look at him.”
“I’ve looked at him.”
“Remi, come here.”
I went over to the table, my knees trembling.
“There, don’t be afraid, little one,” said the old man.
“Just look at him,” said Barberin again.