"You CAN help me."
Her sweet bullying pulled him forward off his feet. "You've helped me before--you can help me now."
"I can only help you the same old way."
"Some one can help me."
"Maybe so. You can help yourself most. Let's find the children."
There were numerous lottery booths with white wheels--Dick was startled when he inquired at the first and encountered blank disavowals. Evil-eyed,Nicole stood apart, denying the children, resenting them as part of a downright world she sought to make amorphous. Presently Dick found them, surrounded by women who were examining them with delight like fine goods, and by peasant children staring.