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"
It
’
s
remote
.
Let
’
s
face
it
,
bloody
remote
.
And
you
’
d
find
the
people
in
the
villas
pretty
damn
dull
,
I
can
tell
you
.
There
’
s
one
that
you
might
say
isn
’
t
,
but
I
don
’
t
suppose
you
’
ll
meet
him
.
"
"
Oh
?
"
"
Actually
,
we
had
a
row
and
I
told
him
pretty
effing
quick
what
I
thought
of
him
.
"
"
What
was
it
all
about
?
"
"
Bastard
collaborated
during
the
war
.
That
was
really
at
the
root
of
it
.
"
He
exhaled
smoke
.
"
No
—
you
’
ll
have
to
put
up
with
the
other
beaks
if
you
want
chat
.
"
"
They
speak
English
?
"
"
Most
of
’
em
speak
Frog
.
There
’
s
the
Greek
chap
who
teaches
English
with
you
.
Cocky
little
bastard
.
Gave
him
a
black
eye
one
day
.
"
"
You
’
ve
really
prepared
the
ground
for
me
.
"
He
laughed
.
"
Got
to
keep
’
em
down
,
you
know
.
"
He
felt
his
mask
had
slipped
a
little
.
"
Your
peasant
,
especially
your
Cretan
peasant
,
salt
of
the
earth
.
Wonderful
chaps
.
Believe
me
.
I
know
.
"
I
asked
him
why
he
’
d
left
.
He
became
incoherent
.
