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"
Have
you
anything
to
eat
?
"
"
Yes
,
in
my
musette
.
"
I
saw
the
carriage
coming
.
It
stopped
,
the
horse
’
s
head
hanging
in
the
rain
,
and
the
waiter
stepped
out
,
opened
his
umbrella
,
and
came
toward
the
hotel
.
We
met
him
at
the
door
and
walked
out
under
the
umbrella
down
the
wet
walk
to
the
carriage
at
the
curb
.
Water
was
running
in
the
gutter
.
"
There
is
your
package
on
the
seat
,
"
the
waiter
said
.
He
stood
with
the
umbrella
until
we
were
in
and
I
had
tipped
him
.
"
Many
thanks
.
Pleasant
journey
,
"
he
said
.
The
coachman
lifted
the
reins
and
the
horse
started
.
The
waiter
turned
away
under
the
umbrella
and
went
toward
the
hotel
.
We
drove
down
the
street
and
turned
to
the
left
,
then
came
around
to
the
right
in
front
of
the
station
.
There
were
two
carabinieri
standing
under
the
light
just
out
of
the
rain
.
The
light
shone
on
their
hats
.
The
rain
was
clear
and
transparent
against
the
light
from
the
station
.
A
porter
came
out
from
under
the
shelter
of
the
station
,
his
shoulders
up
against
the
rain
.
"
No
,
"
I
said
.
"
Thanks
.
I
don
’
t
need
thee
.
"
He
went
back
under
the
shelter
of
the
archway
.
I
turned
to
Catherine
.
Her
face
was
in
the
shadow
from
the
hood
of
the
carriage
.
"
We
might
as
well
say
good
-
by
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
go
in
?
"
