She remained on the steps, waiting for Papa, watching the stray ash and the corpse of collected books. Everything was sad. Orange and red embers looked like rejected candy, and most of the crowd had vanished. She'd seen Frau Diller leave {very satisfied} and Pfiffikus {white hair, a Nazi uniform, the same dilapidated shoes, and a triumphant whistle}. Now there was nothing but cleaning up, and soon, no one would ever imagine it had happened.
But you could smell it.
But you could smell it.
( Markus Zusak )
[ The Book Thief ]
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