...Sophie, with an inanity poised on her tongue and choked with fear, was about to attempt a reply when the doctor said, "You may keep one of your children."
"Bitte?" said Sophie.
"You may keep one of your children," he repeated. "The other one will have to go. Which one will you keep?"
"You mean, I have to choose?"
"You're a Polack, not a Yid. That gives you a privilege — a choice..."
"Mama!" She heard Eva's thin but soaring cry at the instant that she thrust the child away from her and rose from the concrete with a clumsy stumbling motion. "Take the baby!" she called out. "Take my little girl!"
At this point the aide...tugged at Eva's hand and led her away into the waiting legion of the damned. She would forever retain a dim impression that the child had continued to look back, beseeching.
—Sophie's Choice, by William Styron
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