Sharpe knew he was doing one of those things he really shouldn't have done. Each syllable was accompanied by that wrenching sensation in his gut -- the one that promised provosts and punishment once his sins were found out. And -- oh -- be sure your sins will find you out. Numbers. Thirty-two. Twenty-three. Just about all the religion he knew with certainty, for the words had been written in large letters above the orphan's heads at the foundling home.
But despite the instinctive guilt, Sharpe's grin widened and he kept on sinning. "I don't care much for your chances, ma'am."
Oh, sure. He could tell her that Katniss allowed him to live there. He could tell her how the girl kept him fed and shared stories. He could explain how very much he wanted to see the girl do well in this town. But were he to breathe any word of these things, he'd risk casting even the slightest blame upon the girl herself. And God Above, he'd hate to do that.
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Sharpe knew he was doing one of those things he really shouldn't have done. Each syllable was accompanied by that wrenching sensation in his gut -- the one that promised provosts and punishment once his sins were found out. And -- oh -- be sure your sins will find you out. Numbers. Thirty-two. Twenty-three. Just about all the religion he knew with certainty, for the words had been written in large letters above the orphan's heads at the foundling home.
But despite the instinctive guilt, Sharpe's grin widened and he kept on sinning. "I don't care much for your chances, ma'am."
Oh, sure. He could tell her that Katniss allowed him to live there. He could tell her how the girl kept him fed and shared stories. He could explain how very much he wanted to see the girl do well in this town. But were he to breathe any word of these things, he'd risk casting even the slightest blame upon the girl herself. And God Above, he'd hate to do that.