It was a rainy night in New Orleans. At a bus station in the town, I watched a young girl__61__(cry) as her baggage was taken down. It seemed that she had lost her ticket. She cried and __62__(beg) them not to leave her there.

The bus driver had a face of stone__63__no sign of wanting to help, and his heart was__64__(sure) the same. “Losing your ticket is like losing your money£¬” he said, leaving the girl in the rain. Then an old Indian stood__65__and blocked the driver's way, and would not let him pass__66__he said what he had to say. “How can you leave that girl out there? You can't leave her alone. You will meet your schedule£¬__67__she might meet her end.” The driver still didn't care about the young girl's problem. Then the old gentleman bought__68__a ticket and helped her put away the baggage. “How can I repay for__69__ kindness£¿” the girl said. “We are strangers and we won't meet again. A mere ‘thank you’ doesn't seem enough.” He replied, “What goes around comes around.”