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"
I
came
as
soon
as
I
heard
,
"
he
said
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
the
major
said
.
"
You
’
re
late
.
"
"
Good
-
evening
,
priest
,
"
Rinaldi
said
,
using
the
English
word
.
They
had
taken
that
up
from
the
priest
-
baiting
captain
,
who
spoke
a
little
English
.
"
Good
-
evening
,
Rinaldo
,
"
the
priest
said
.
The
orderly
brought
him
soup
but
he
said
he
would
start
with
the
spaghetti
.
"
How
are
you
?
"
he
asked
me
.
"
Fine
,
"
I
said
.
"
How
have
things
been
?
"
"
Drink
some
wine
,
priest
,
"
Rinaldi
said
.
"
Take
a
little
wine
for
your
stomach
’
s
sake
.
That
’
s
Saint
Paul
,
you
know
.
"
"
Yes
I
know
,
"
said
the
priest
politely
.
Rinaldi
filled
his
glass
.
"
That
Saint
Paul
,
"
said
Rinaldi
.
"
He
’
s
the
one
who
makes
all
the
trouble
.
"
The
priest
looked
at
me
and
smiled
.
I
could
see
that
the
baiting
did
not
touch
him
now
.
"
That
Saint
Paul
,
"
Rinaldi
said
.
"
He
was
a
rounder
and
a
chaser
and
then
when
he
was
no
longer
hot
he
said
it
was
no
good
.
When
he
was
finished
he
made
the
rules
for
us
who
are
still
hot
.
Isn
’
t
it
true
,
Federico
?
"
