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"
I
will
get
you
drunk
and
take
out
your
liver
and
put
you
in
a
good
Italian
liver
and
make
you
a
man
again
.
"
I
held
the
glass
for
some
more
cognac
.
It
was
dark
outside
now
.
Holding
the
glass
of
cognac
,
I
went
over
and
opened
the
window
.
The
rain
had
stopped
falling
.
It
was
colder
outside
and
there
was
a
mist
in
the
trees
.
"
Don
’
t
throw
the
cognac
out
the
window
,
"
Rinaldi
said
.
"
If
you
can
’
t
drink
it
give
it
to
me
.
"
"
Go
something
yourself
,
"
I
said
.
I
was
glad
to
see
Rinaldi
again
.
He
had
spent
two
years
teasing
me
and
I
had
always
liked
it
.
We
understood
each
other
very
well
.
"
Are
you
married
?
"
he
asked
from
the
bed
.
I
was
standing
against
the
wall
by
the
window
.
"
Not
yet
.
"
"
Are
you
in
love
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
With
that
English
girl
?
"
