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The
major
smiled
.
We
were
eating
meat
stew
now
.
"
I
never
discuss
a
Saint
after
dark
,
"
I
said
.
The
priest
looked
up
from
the
stew
and
smiled
at
me
.
"
There
he
is
,
gone
over
with
the
priest
,
"
Rinaldi
said
.
"
Where
are
all
the
good
old
priest
-
baiters
?
Where
is
Cavalcanti
?
Where
is
Brundi
?
Where
is
Cesare
?
Do
I
have
to
bait
this
priest
alone
without
support
?
"
"
He
is
a
good
priest
,
"
said
the
major
.
"
He
is
a
good
priest
,
"
said
Rinaldi
.
"
But
still
a
priest
.
I
try
to
make
the
mess
like
the
old
days
.
I
want
to
make
Federico
happy
.
To
hell
with
you
,
priest
!
"
I
saw
the
major
look
at
him
and
notice
that
he
was
drunk
.
His
thin
face
was
white
.
The
line
of
his
hair
was
very
black
against
the
white
of
his
forehead
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
,
Rinaldo
,
"
said
the
priest
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
.
"
"
To
hell
with
you
,
"
said
Rinaldi
.
"
To
hell
with
the
whole
damn
business
.
"
He
sat
back
in
his
chair
.
"
He
’
s
been
under
a
strain
and
he
’
s
tired
,
"
the
major
said
to
me
.
He
finished
his
meat
and
wiped
up
the
gravy
with
a
piece
of
bread
.
