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Chapter 8

           "Noway,"hemurmured,almostinatrance.

           Achorusofquestionsfilledtheairaseveryonebeganpushingforwardtogetalookintothesmallopening.Whatdotheyseedownthere?Thomaswondered.Whatdotheysee!Hefeltasliverofmutedfear,similartowhathe’dexperiencedthatmorningwhenhesteppedtowardthewindowtoseetheGriever.

           "Holdon!"Albyyelled,silencingeveryone."Justholdon!"

           "Well,what’swrong?"someoneyelledback.

           Albystoodup."TwoNewbiesintwodays,"hesaid,almostinawhisper."Nowthis.Twoyears,nothingdifferent,nowthis."Then,forsomereason,helookedstraightatThomas."What’sgoin’onhere,Greenie?"

           Thomasstaredback,confused,hisfaceturningbrightred,hisgutclenching."HowamIsupposedtoknow?"

           "Whydon’tyoujusttelluswhattheshuckisdownthere,Alby?"Gallycalledout.Thereweremoremurmursandanothersurgeforward.

           "Youshanksshutup!"Albyyelled."Tell’em,Newt."

           NewtlookeddownintheBoxonemoretime,thenfacedthecrowd,gravely.

           "It’sagirl,"hesaid.

           Everyonestartedtalkingatonce;Thomasonlycaughtpieceshereandthere.

           "Agirl?"

           "Igotdibs!"

           "What’sshelooklike?"

           "Howoldisshe?"

           Thomaswasdrowninginaseaofconfusion.Agirl?Hehadn’teventhoughtaboutwhytheGladeonlyhadboys,nogirls.Hadn’tevenhadthechancetonotice,really.Whoisshe?hewondered.Why

           Newtshushedthemagain."That’snotbloodyhalfofit,"hesaid,thenpointeddownintotheBox.

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