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Isn
’
t
it
splendid
,
darling
,
that
I
don
’
t
have
any
morning
-
sickness
?
"
"
It
’
s
grand
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
appreciate
what
a
fine
wife
you
have
.
But
I
don
’
t
care
.
I
’
ll
get
you
some
place
where
they
can
’
t
arrest
you
and
then
we
’
ll
have
a
lovely
time
.
"
"
Let
’
s
go
there
right
away
.
"
"
We
will
,
darling
.
I
’
ll
go
any
place
any
time
you
wish
.
"
"
Let
’
s
not
think
about
anything
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
Catherine
went
along
the
lake
to
the
little
hotel
to
see
Ferguson
and
I
sat
in
the
bar
and
read
the
papers
.
There
were
comfortable
leather
chairs
in
the
bar
and
I
sat
in
one
of
them
and
read
until
the
barman
came
in
.
The
army
had
not
stood
at
the
Tagliamento
.
They
were
falling
back
to
the
Piave
.
I
remembered
the
Piave
.
The
railroad
crossed
it
near
San
Dona
going
up
to
the
front
.
It
was
deep
and
slow
there
and
quite
narrow
.
Down
below
there
were
mosquito
marshes
and
canals
.
There
were
some
lovely
villas
.
Once
,
before
the
war
,
going
up
to
Cortina
D
’
Ampezzo
I
had
gone
along
it
for
several
hours
in
the
hills
.
Up
there
it
looked
like
a
trout
stream
,
flowing
swiftly
with
shallow
stretches
and
pools
under
the
shadow
of
the
rocks
.
The
road
turned
off
from
it
at
Cadore
.
I
wondered
how
the
army
that
was
up
there
would
come
down
.
The
barman
came
in
.
"
Count
Greffi
was
asking
for
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
Who
?
"
