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At this same hour Roberto Hasting, wrapped in his overcoat, was on his way to Bernardo Santín's home. The night was cold; hardly a person was to be seen on the street; the tramcars glided hurriedly over the rails with a gentle drone.
Roberto entered the house, climbed to the top story and knocked. Esther opened the door and he walked in.