I once spoke with a seven-year-old girl there, a child who didn't know the meaning of 'play,' who knew of Jesus but not of God. She had never left that cramped area since she was born, had never seen trees or grass, and didn't know what a beautiful daisy was.
"In the face of such circumstances, do you still insist on having them remain in the sinful East End, denying them the opportunity to seek new chances in overseas colonies?"
As soon as Blunton finished speaking, he felt as though gravity had ceased to work on him. A feeling of suffocation made his face turn red in an instant. It was only then that he noticed that someone had grabbed his collar, and he was hanging in midair.
Only then did he remember that standing in front of him was not just a polite young man, but also a government hawk who specialized in dirty and tiring jobs.
