By degrees, his fears vanished, and hearing nothing, he grew calmer. ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. That’s why it’s so important I should take my own line now. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. \"Today's Friday, isn't it?\" Lucy remembered. “I did,” Anna answered.
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