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"
Please
,
"
he
urged
her
inarticulately
with
his
arm
about
her
shoulders
,
recollecting
with
pained
sadness
how
inarticulate
and
enfeebled
he
had
felt
in
the
plane
coming
back
from
Avignon
when
Snowden
kept
whimpering
to
him
that
he
was
cold
,
he
was
cold
,
and
all
Yossarian
could
offer
him
in
return
was
"
There
,
there
.
There
,
there
.
"
"
Please
,
"
he
repeated
to
her
sympathetically
.
"
Please
,
please
.
"
She
rested
against
him
and
cried
until
she
seemed
too
weak
to
cry
any
longer
,
and
did
not
look
at
him
once
until
he
extended
his
handkerchief
when
she
had
finished
.
She
wiped
her
cheeks
with
a
tiny
,
polite
smile
and
gave
the
handkerchief
back
,
murmuring
"
Grazie
,
grazie
"
with
meek
,
maidenly
propriety
,
and
then
,
without
any
warning
whatsoever
of
a
change
in
mood
,
clawed
suddenly
at
his
eyes
with
both
hands
.
She
landed
with
each
and
let
out
a
victorious
shriek
.
"
Ha
!
Assassino
!
"
she
hooted
,
and
raced
joyously
across
the
room
for
the
bread
knife
to
finish
him
off
.
Half
blinded
,
he
rose
and
stumbled
after
her
.
A
noise
behind
him
made
him
turn
.
His
senses
reeled
in
horror
at
what
he
saw
.
Nately
’
s
whore
’
s
kid
sister
,
of
all
people
,
was
coming
after
him
with
another
long
bread
knife
!
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
he
wailed
with
a
shudder
,
and
he
knocked
the
knife
out
of
her
hand
with
a
sharp
downward
blow
on
her
wrist
.
He
lost
patience
entirely
with
the
whole
grotesque
and
incomprehensible
melee
.
There
was
no
telling
who
might
lunge
at
him
next
through
the
doorway
with
another
long
bread
knife
,
and
he
lifted
Nately
’
s
whore
’
s
kid
sister
off
the
floor
,
threw
her
at
Nately
’
s
whore
and
ran
out
of
the
room
,
out
of
the
apartment
and
down
the
stairs
.
The
two
girls
chased
out
into
the
hall
after
him
.
He
heard
their
footsteps
lag
farther
and
farther
behind
as
he
fled
and
then
cease
altogether
.
He
heard
sobbing
directly
overhead
.
Glancing
backward
up
the
stair
well
,
he
spied
Nately
’
s
whore
sitting
in
a
heap
on
one
of
the
steps
,
weeping
with
her
face
in
both
hands
,
while
her
pagan
,
irrepressible
kid
sister
hung
dangerously
over
the
banister
shouting
"
Bruto
!
Bruto
!
"
down
at
him
happily
and
brandished
her
bread
knife
at
him
as
though
it
were
an
exciting
new
toy
she
was
eager
to
use
.
Yossarian
escaped
,
but
kept
looking
back
over
his
shoulder
anxiously
as
he
retreated
through
the
street
.
People
stared
at
him
strangely
,
making
him
more
apprehensive
.
He
walked
in
nervous
haste
,
wondering
what
there
was
in
his
appearance
that
caught
everyone
’
s
attention
.
When
he
touched
his
hand
to
a
sore
spot
on
his
forehead
,
his
fingers
turned
gooey
with
blood
,
and
he
understood
.
He
dabbed
his
face
and
neck
with
a
handkerchief
.
Wherever
it
pressed
,
he
picked
up
new
red
smudges
.
He
was
bleeding
everywhere
.
He
hurried
into
the
Red
Cross
building
and
down
the
two
steep
flights
of
white
marble
stairs
to
the
men
’
s
washroom
,
where
he
cleansed
and
nursed
his
innumerable
visible
wounds
with
cold
water
and
soap
and
straightened
his
shirt
collar
and
combed
his
hair
.
He
had
never
seen
a
face
so
badly
bruised
and
scratched
as
the
one
still
blinking
back
at
him
in
the
mirror
with
a
dazed
and
startled
uneasiness
.
What
on
earth
had
she
wanted
from
him
?
When
he
left
the
men
’
s
room
,
Nately
’
s
whore
was
waiting
outside
in
ambush
.
She
was
crouched
against
the
wall
near
the
bottom
of
the
staircase
and
came
pouncing
down
upon
him
like
a
hawk
with
a
glittering
silver
steak
knife
in
her
fist
.
He
broke
the
brunt
of
her
assault
with
his
upraised
elbow
and
punched
her
neatly
on
the
jaw
.
Her
eyes
rolled
.
He
caught
her
before
she
dropped
and
sat
her
down
gently
.
Then
he
ran
up
the
steps
and
out
of
the
building
and
spent
the
next
three
hours
hunting
through
the
city
for
Hungry
Joe
so
that
he
could
get
away
from
Rome
before
she
could
find
him
again
.
He
did
not
feel
really
safe
until
the
plane
had
taken
off
.
When
they
landed
in
Pianosa
,
Nately
’
s
whore
,
disguised
in
a
mechanic
’
s
green
overalls
,
was
waiting
with
her
steak
knife
exactly
where
the
plane
stopped
,
and
all
that
saved
him
as
she
stabbed
at
his
chest
in
her
leather
-
soled
high
-
heeled
shoes
was
the
gravel
underfoot
that
made
her
feet
roll
out
from
under
her
.
Yossarian
,
astounded
,
hauled
her
up
into
the
plane
and
held
her
motionless
on
the
floor
in
a
double
armlock
while
Hungry
Joe
radioed
the
control
tower
for
permission
to
return
to
Rome
.
At
the
airport
in
Rome
,
Yossarian
dumped
her
out
of
the
plane
on
the
taxi
strip
,
and
Hungry
Joe
took
right
off
for
Pianosa
again
without
even
cutting
his
engines
.
Scarcely
breathing
,
Yossarian
scrutinized
every
figure
warily
as
he
and
Hungry
Joe
walked
back
through
the
squadron
toward
their
tents
.
Hungry
Joe
eyed
him
steadily
with
a
funny
expression
.
