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stinks—but not half as bad as Brunelli. The evil in that house practically saturates the stones.”
Eneko’s lips were very thin. “Indeed. But let’s not get side-tracked, for the moment. In addition to our financial constraints, Francesca, we are also—more and more every day, it seems—being watched by spies. It has become difficult for us to move about, outside of the Ghetto, without being observed.”
He raised his hand in a little gesture of reassurance. “We managed well enough tonight, I assure you. But when the time comes—which it surely will, n