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"
I
am
an
Italian
.
I
will
not
communicate
with
the
enemy
.
"
I
let
it
go
at
that
.
If
he
was
crazy
,
the
sooner
I
could
get
out
from
under
the
razor
the
better
.
Once
I
tried
to
get
a
good
look
at
him
.
"
Beware
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
razor
is
sharp
.
"
I
paid
him
when
it
was
over
and
tipped
him
half
a
lira
.
He
returned
the
coins
.
"
I
will
not
.
I
am
not
at
the
front
.
But
I
am
an
Italian
.
"
"
Get
the
hell
out
of
here
.
"
"
With
your
permission
,
"
he
said
and
wrapped
his
razors
in
newspaper
.
He
went
out
leaving
the
five
copper
coins
on
the
table
beside
the
bed
.
I
rang
the
bell
.
Miss
Gage
came
in
.
"
Would
you
ask
the
porter
to
come
please
?
"
"
All
right
.
"
The
porter
came
in
.
He
was
trying
to
keep
from
laughing
.
"
Is
that
barber
crazy
?
"
"
No
,
signorino
.
He
made
a
mistake
.
He
doesn
’
t
understand
very
well
and
he
thought
I
said
you
were
an
Austrian
officer
.
"
