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"
No
.
"
"
Good
-
by
,
Cat
.
"
"
Will
you
tell
him
the
hospital
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
I
told
the
driver
the
address
to
drive
to
.
He
nodded
.
"
Good
-
by
,
"
I
said
.
"
Take
good
care
of
yourself
and
young
Catherine
.
"
"
Good
-
by
,
darling
.
"
"
Good
-
by
,
"
I
said
.
I
stepped
out
into
the
rain
and
the
carriage
started
.
Catherine
leaned
out
and
I
saw
her
face
in
the
light
.
She
smiled
and
waved
.
The
carriage
went
up
the
street
,
Catherine
pointed
in
toward
the
archway
.
I
looked
,
there
were
only
the
two
carabinieri
and
the
archway
.
I
realized
she
meant
for
me
to
get
in
out
of
the
rain
.
I
went
in
and
stood
and
watched
the
carriage
turn
the
corner
.
Then
I
started
through
the
station
and
down
the
runway
to
the
train
.
The
porter
was
on
the
platform
looking
for
me
.
I
followed
him
into
the
train
,
crowding
past
people
and
along
the
aisle
and
in
through
a
door
to
where
the
machine
-
gunner
sat
in
the
corner
of
a
full
compartment
.
My
rucksack
and
musettes
were
above
his
head
on
the
luggage
rack
.
There
were
many
men
standing
in
the
corridor
and
the
men
in
the
compartment
all
looked
at
us
when
we
came
in
.
There
were
not
enough
places
in
the
train
and
every
one
was
hostile
.
The
machine
-
gunner
stood
up
for
me
to
sit
down
.
Some
one
tapped
me
on
the
shoulder
.
I
looked
around
.
It
was
a
very
tall
gaunt
captain
of
artillery
with
a
red
scar
along
his
jaw
.
He
had
looked
through
the
glass
on
the
corridor
and
then
come
in
.
