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He
stood
behind
his
desk
in
the
far
end
of
the
dim
room
.
The
wife
liked
him
.
She
liked
the
deadly
serious
way
he
received
any
complaints
.
She
liked
his
dignity
.
She
liked
the
way
he
wanted
to
serve
her
.
She
liked
the
way
he
felt
about
being
a
hotel
–
keeper
.
She
liked
his
old
,
heavy
face
and
big
hands
.
Liking
him
she
opened
the
door
and
looked
out
.
It
was
raining
harder
.
A
man
in
a
rubber
cape
was
crossing
the
empty
square
to
the
café
.
The
cat
would
be
around
to
the
right
.
Perhaps
she
could
go
along
under
the
eaves
.
As
she
stood
in
the
doorway
an
umbrella
opened
behind
her
.
It
was
the
maid
who
looked
after
their
room
.
‘
You
must
not
get
wet
,
’
she
smiled
,
speaking
Italian
.
Of
course
,
the
hotel
–
keeper
had
sent
her
.
With
the
maid
holding
the
umbrella
over
her
,
she
walked
along
the
gravel
path
until
she
was
under
their
window
.
The
table
was
there
,
washed
bright
green
in
the
rain
,
but
the
cat
was
gone
.
She
was
suddenly
disappointed
.
The
maid
looked
up
at
her
.
‘
Ha
perduto
qualque
cosa
,
Signora
?
’
‘
There
was
a
cat
,
’
said
the
American
girl
.
‘
A
cat
?
’
‘
Si
,
il
gatto
.
’
‘
A
cat
?
’
the
maid
laughed
.
‘
A
cat
in
the
rain
?
’
