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"
Sir
,
I
can
’
t
recommend
you
to
.
It
doesn
’
t
even
taste
like
strawberries
.
"
"
It
might
,
"
said
Catherine
.
"
It
would
be
wonderful
if
it
did
.
"
"
I
’
ll
bring
it
,
"
said
George
,
"
and
when
the
lady
is
satisfied
I
’
ll
take
it
away
.
"
It
was
not
much
of
a
wine
.
As
he
said
,
it
did
not
even
taste
like
strawberries
.
We
went
back
to
capri
.
One
evening
I
was
short
of
money
and
George
loaned
me
a
hundred
lire
.
"
That
’
s
all
right
,
Tenente
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
know
how
it
is
.
I
know
how
a
man
gets
short
.
If
you
or
the
lady
need
money
I
’
ve
always
got
money
.
"
After
dinner
we
walked
through
the
galleria
,
past
the
other
restaurants
and
the
shops
with
their
steel
shutters
down
,
and
stopped
at
the
little
place
where
they
sold
sandwiches
;
ham
and
lettuce
sandwiches
and
anchovy
sandwiches
made
of
very
tiny
brown
glazed
rolls
and
only
about
as
long
as
your
finger
.
They
were
to
eat
in
the
night
when
we
were
hungry
.
Then
we
got
into
an
open
carriage
outside
the
galleria
in
front
of
the
cathedral
and
rode
to
the
hospital
.
At
the
door
of
the
hospital
the
porter
came
out
to
help
with
the
crutches
.
I
paid
the
driver
,
and
then
we
rode
upstairs
in
the
elevator
.
Catherine
got
off
at
the
lower
floor
where
the
nurses
lived
and
I
went
on
up
and
went
down
the
hall
on
crutches
to
my
room
;
sometimes
I
undressed
and
got
into
bed
and
sometimes
I
sat
out
on
the
balcony
with
my
leg
up
on
another
chair
and
watched
the
swallows
over
the
roofs
and
waited
for
Catherine
.
When
she
came
upstairs
it
was
as
though
she
had
been
away
on
a
long
trip
and
I
went
along
the
hall
with
her
on
the
crutches
and
carried
the
basins
and
waited
outside
the
doors
,
or
went
in
with
her
;
it
depending
on
whether
they
were
friends
of
ours
or
not
,
and
when
she
had
done
all
there
was
to
be
done
we
sat
out
on
the
balcony
outside
my
room
.
Afterward
I
went
to
bed
and
when
they
were
all
asleep
and
she
was
sure
they
would
not
call
she
came
in
.
I
loved
to
take
her
hair
down
and
she
sat
on
the
bed
and
kept
very
still
,
except
suddenly
she
would
dip
down
to
kiss
me
while
I
was
doing
it
,
and
I
would
take
out
the
pins
and
lay
them
on
the
sheet
and
it
would
be
loose
and
I
would
watch
her
while
she
kept
very
still
and
then
take
out
the
last
two
pins
and
it
would
all
come
down
and
she
would
drop
her
head
and
we
would
both
be
inside
of
it
,
and
it
was
the
feeling
of
inside
a
tent
or
behind
a
falls
.
She
had
wonderfully
beautiful
hair
and
I
would
lie
sometimes
and
watch
her
twisting
it
up
in
the
light
that
came
in
the
open
door
and
it
shone
even
in
the
night
as
water
shines
sometimes
just
before
it
is
really
daylight
.
She
had
a
lovely
face
and
body
and
lovely
smooth
skin
too
.
We
would
be
lying
together
and
I
would
touch
her
cheeks
and
her
forehead
and
under
her
eyes
and
her
chin
and
throat
with
the
tips
of
my
fingers
and
say
,
"
Smooth
as
piano
keys
,
"
and
she
would
stroke
my
chin
with
her
finger
and
say
,
"
Smooth
as
emery
paper
and
very
hard
on
piano
keys
.
"
"
Is
it
rough
?
"
"
No
,
darling
.
I
was
just
making
fun
of
you
.
"
It
was
lovely
in
the
nights
and
if
we
could
only
touch
each
other
we
were
happy
.
Besides
all
the
big
times
we
had
many
small
ways
of
making
love
and
we
tried
putting
thoughts
in
the
other
one
’
s
head
while
we
were
in
different
rooms
.
It
seemed
to
work
sometimes
but
that
was
probably
because
we
were
thinking
the
same
thing
anyway
.
