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"
You
ought
to
have
a
leave
,
"
the
priest
said
.
The
major
shook
his
head
at
him
.
Rinaldi
looked
at
the
priest
.
"
You
think
I
ought
to
have
a
leave
?
"
The
major
shook
his
head
at
the
priest
.
Rinaldi
was
looking
at
the
priest
.
"
Just
as
you
like
,
"
the
priest
said
.
"
Not
if
you
don
’
t
want
.
"
"
To
hell
with
you
,
"
Rinaldi
said
.
"
They
try
to
get
rid
of
me
.
Every
night
they
try
to
get
rid
of
me
.
I
fight
them
off
.
What
if
I
have
it
.
Everybody
has
it
.
The
whole
world
’
s
got
it
.
First
,
"
he
went
on
,
assuming
the
manner
of
a
lecturer
,
"
it
’
s
a
little
pimple
.
Then
we
notice
a
rash
between
the
shoulders
.
Then
we
notice
nothing
at
all
.
We
put
our
faith
in
mercury
.
"
"
Or
salvarsan
,
"
the
major
interrupted
quietly
.
"
A
mercurial
product
,
"
Rinaldi
said
.
He
acted
very
elated
now
.
"
I
know
something
worth
two
of
that
.
Good
old
priest
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
’
ll
never
get
it
.
Baby
will
get
it
.
It
’
s
an
industrial
accident
.
It
’
s
a
simple
industrial
accident
.
"
The
orderly
brought
in
the
sweet
and
coffee
.
The
dessert
was
a
sort
of
black
bread
pudding
with
hard
sauce
.
The
lamp
was
smoking
;
the
black
smoke
going
close
up
inside
the
chimney
.
