Answer:
You want to know how I lost my eyes," cried the man. "Well, here it is!" His words fell with the bitter and studied drama of a story often told, and told for money. "I was there in C shop, last of all the folks rushing out. Out in the air there was a chance, even with buildings exploding right and left. A lot of guys made it safe out the door and got away. And just when I was about there, crawling along between those big vats, a guy behind me grabs my leg. He says, 'Let me pass, you--to' Maybe he was nuts. I dunno. I try to forgive him in my heart, guv'nor. But he was bigger than me. He hauled me back and climbs right over me! Tramples me into the dirt and he gets out, and I lie there with all that poison gas pouring down on all sides of me, and flame and stuff. . ." He swallowed--a studied sob--and stood dumbly expectant. He could imagine the next words: (Tough luck, my man. Now, I want to--were) "That's the story, guv'nor."
Explanation:
B.
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