that swirled around the dismal and deserted garbage dump.
Beppo continued to sit spellbound on his upturned bucket, staring at the spot where the condemned man had been standing.
He felt as if his limbs had turned to ice and were only just beginning to thaw.
The men in gray existed; he had seen them for himself.
At about the same time - the distant church clock had already struck twelve - Momo was still sitting on the steps of the amphitheater.
She was waiting. For what, she didn't know, but some instinct had dissuaded her from going to bed.
All of a sudden, something lightly brushed against her bare foot.
Peering hard, for it was very dark, she saw a big tortoise looking up at her.
Its mouth seemed to curve in a mysterious smile, and there was such a friendly light in its shrewd, black eyes that Momo felt it was about to speak.
She bent down and tickled it under the chin. ″Who might you be?″ she said softly.
″Nice of you to come and keep me company, Tortoise, even if nobody else will. What can I do for you?″
Momo wasn't sure whether she'd failed to notice them before, or whether they'd only just appeared,
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