Caravaggio The Seven Acts of Mercy

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the car pulled away. Will was speechless.
Lyra was shaking his arm. "It's all right," she said, "he won't tell anyone else. He would have done it already if he was going to. Come on."

Ten minutes at all. But I saw him for only a moment, at the very top, over those battlements. I thought he might be… You remember Angelica and Paolo, and Paolo said they had an older brother, and he'd come into the city as well, and she made Paolo stop telling us, as if it was a secret? Well, I thought it might be him. He might be after this knife as well. And I reckon all tlater they stood in the little square at the foot of the Tower of the Angels. Will had told her about the snake daemon, and she had stopped still in the street, tormented again by that half-memory. Who was the old man? Where had she seen him? It was no good; the memory wouldn't come clear."I didn't want to tell him," Lyra said quietly, "but I saw a man up there last night. He looked down when the kids were making all that noise…""What did he look like?""Young, with curly hair. Not old he kids know about it. I think that's the real reason why they