THE CHILDREN’S CRUSADE

THE CHILDREN’S CRUSADE THE CHILDREN’S CRUSADE. “Yes, yes. Bring him in,” she said, putting the pot of soup on the fire. “If he’s got nowhere else to go, I’ll be pleased to let him stay here. But there isn’t much to eat — only this cabbage soup and some bread.” “Well, the soup certainly smells …

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