The atmosphere was 46 strained and deathly quiet at the dining room table. ‘Who the devil is Leonardo?’ demanded Roding impatiently, asking the question that had leapt into the major’s mind. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. That night, she hunted the alleyways of the old town. But, when? When do they go?’ ‘Today, miss. None presented themselves to save him from that return.
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