“Well,” he said at length, expelling a dense cloud of smoke from his cigar, “now do you see how to play with dolls like these?”
“Yes,” said Momo, who was positively shaking with cold. Satisfied, the man in gray nodded and took another pull at his cigar.
“You'd like to keep all these nice things, wouldn't you? Of course you would.”
Very well, I'll make you a present of them. You can have them - not all at once, of course, but one at a time - and lots of other things as well.”
“You don't have to do anything in return, just play with them the way I've shown you. What do you say?” He fixed Momo with an expectant smile.
Then, when she still said nothing, just returned his gaze without smiling back, he went on quickly,
“You won't need your friends any more, don't you see?”
“You'll have quite enough to amuse you when all these lovely things are yours and you keep on getting more, won't you?”
“You'd like that, wouldn't you? Surely you want this marvellous doll? I'll bet you've already set your heart on it!”
Momo dimly sensed that she had a fight on her hands - indeed, that she was already in the thick of the fray -
but she didn't know why she was fighting or with whom.
The longer she listened to this stranger, the more she felt as she had felt with the doll:
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