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"
He
died
.
"
"
Yes
and
if
he
hadn
’
t
I
wouldn
’
t
have
met
you
.
I
’
m
not
unfaithful
,
darling
.
I
’
ve
plenty
of
faults
but
I
’
m
very
faithful
.
You
’
ll
be
sick
of
me
I
’
ll
be
so
faithful
.
"
"
I
’
ll
have
to
go
back
to
the
front
pretty
soon
.
"
"
We
won
’
t
think
about
that
until
you
go
.
You
see
I
’
m
happy
,
darling
,
and
we
have
a
lovely
time
.
I
haven
’
t
been
happy
for
a
long
time
and
when
I
met
you
perhaps
I
was
nearly
crazy
.
Perhaps
I
was
crazy
.
But
now
we
’
re
happy
and
we
love
each
other
.
Do
let
’
s
please
just
be
happy
.
You
are
happy
,
aren
’
t
you
?
Is
there
anything
I
do
you
don
’
t
like
?
Can
I
do
anything
to
please
you
?
Would
you
like
me
to
take
down
my
hair
?
Do
you
want
to
play
?
"
"
Yes
and
come
to
bed
.
"
"
All
right
.
I
’
ll
go
and
see
the
patients
first
.
"
The
summer
went
that
way
.
I
do
not
remember
much
about
the
days
,
except
that
they
were
hot
and
that
there
were
many
victories
in
the
papers
.
I
was
very
healthy
and
my
legs
healed
quickly
so
that
it
was
not
very
long
after
I
was
first
on
crutches
before
I
was
through
with
them
and
walking
with
a
cane
.
Then
I
started
treatments
at
the
Ospedale
Maggiore
for
bending
the
knees
,
mechanical
treatments
,
baking
in
a
box
of
mirrors
with
violet
rays
,
massage
,
and
baths
.
I
went
over
there
afternoons
and
afterward
stopped
at
the
café
and
had
a
drink
and
read
the
papers
.
I
did
not
roam
around
the
town
;
but
wanted
to
get
home
to
the
hospital
from
the
café
.
All
I
wanted
was
to
see
Catherine
.
The
rest
of
the
time
I
was
glad
to
kill
.
Mostly
I
slept
in
the
mornings
,
and
in
the
afternoons
,
sometimes
,
I
went
to
the
races
,
and
late
to
the
mechanotherapy
treatments
.
Sometimes
I
stopped
in
at
the
Anglo
-
American
Club
and
sat
in
a
deep
leather
-
cushioned
chair
in
front
of
the
window
and
read
the
magazines
.
They
would
not
let
us
go
out
together
when
I
was
off
crutches
because
it
was
unseemly
for
a
nurse
to
be
seen
unchaperoned
with
a
patient
who
did
not
look
as
though
he
needed
attendance
,
so
we
were
not
together
much
in
the
afternoons
.
Although
sometimes
we
could
go
out
to
dinner
if
Ferguson
went
along
.
Miss
Van
Campen
had
accepted
the
status
that
we
were
great
friends
because
she
got
a
great
amount
of
work
out
of
Catherine
.
She
thought
Catherine
came
from
very
good
people
and
that
prejudiced
her
in
her
favor
finally
.
Miss
Van
Campen
admired
family
very
much
and
came
from
an
excellent
family
herself
.
The
hospital
was
quite
busy
,
too
,
and
that
kept
her
occupied
.
It
was
a
hot
summer
and
I
knew
many
people
in
Milan
but
always
was
anxious
to
get
back
home
to
the
hospital
as
soon
as
the
afternoon
was
over
.
At
the
front
they
were
advancing
on
the
Carso
,
they
had
taken
Kuk
across
from
Plava
and
were
taking
the
Bainsizza
plateau
.
The
West
front
did
not
sound
so
good
.
It
looked
as
though
the
war
were
going
on
for
a
long
time
.
We
were
in
the
war
now
but
I
thought
it
would
take
a
year
to
get
any
great
amount
of
troops
over
and
train
them
for
combat
.
Next
year
would
be
a
bad
year
,
or
a
good
year
maybe
.
The
Italians
were
using
up
an
awful
amount
of
men
.
I
did
not
see
how
it
could
go
on
.
Even
if
they
took
all
the
Bainsizza
and
Monte
San
Gabriele
there
were
plenty
of
mountains
beyond
for
the
Austrians
.
I
had
seen
them
.
All
the
highest
mountains
were
beyond
.
On
the
Carso
they
were
going
forward
but
there
were
marshes
and
swamps
down
by
the
sea
.
Napoleon
would
have
whipped
the
Austrians
on
the
plains
.
He
never
would
have
fought
them
in
the
mountains
.
He
would
have
let
them
come
down
and
whipped
them
around
Verona
.
Still
nobody
was
whipping
any
one
on
the
Western
front
.
Perhaps
wars
weren
’
t
won
any
more
.
Maybe
they
went
on
forever
.
Maybe
it
was
another
Hundred
Years
’
War
.
I
put
the
paper
back
on
the
rack
and
left
the
club
.
I
went
down
the
steps
carefully
and
walked
up
the
Via
Manzoni
.
Outside
the
Gran
Hotel
I
met
old
Meyers
and
his
wife
getting
out
of
a
carriage
.
They
were
coming
back
from
the
races
.
She
was
a
big
-
busted
woman
in
black
satin
.
He
was
short
and
old
,
with
a
white
mustache
and
walked
flat
-
footed
with
a
cane
.
"
How
do
you
do
?
How
do
you
do
?
"
She
shook
hands
.
"
Hello
,
"
said
Meyers
.
