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"
All
right
.
I
will
give
you
eighteen
points
and
we
will
play
for
a
franc
a
point
.
"
He
played
a
lovely
game
of
billiards
and
with
the
handicap
I
was
only
four
ahead
at
fifty
.
Count
Greffi
pushed
a
button
on
the
wall
to
ring
for
the
barman
.
"
Open
one
bottle
please
,
"
he
said
.
Then
to
me
,
"
We
will
take
a
little
stimulant
.
"
The
wine
was
icy
cold
and
very
dry
and
good
.
"
Should
we
talk
Italian
?
Would
you
mind
very
much
?
It
is
my
weakness
now
.
"
We
went
on
playing
,
sipping
the
wine
between
shots
,
speaking
in
Italian
,
but
talking
little
,
concentrated
on
the
game
.
Count
Greffi
made
his
one
hundredth
point
and
with
the
handicap
I
was
only
at
ninety
-
four
.
He
smiled
and
patted
me
on
the
shoulder
.
"
Now
we
will
drink
the
other
bottle
and
you
will
tell
me
about
the
war
.
"
He
waited
for
me
to
sit
down
.
"
About
anything
else
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
don
’
t
want
to
talk
about
it
?
Good
.
What
have
you
been
reading
?
"
"
Nothing
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
I
am
very
dull
.
"
"
No
.
But
you
should
read
.
"
