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"
I
’
m
glad
I
’
ve
an
umbrella
,
"
Catherine
said
.
We
walked
down
the
hall
and
down
the
wide
thickly
carpeted
stairs
.
At
the
foot
of
the
stairs
by
the
door
the
porter
sat
behind
his
desk
.
He
looked
surprised
at
seeing
us
.
"
You
’
re
not
going
out
,
sir
?
"
he
said
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
’
re
going
to
see
the
storm
along
the
lake
.
"
"
Haven
’
t
you
got
an
umbrella
,
sir
?
"
"
No
,
"
I
said
.
"
This
coat
sheds
water
.
"
He
looked
at
it
doubtfully
.
"
I
’
ll
get
you
an
umbrella
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
He
went
away
and
came
back
with
a
big
umbrella
.
"
It
is
a
little
big
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
I
gave
him
a
ten
-
lira
note
.
"
Oh
you
are
too
good
,
sir
.
Thank
you
very
much
,
"
he
said
.
He
held
the
door
open
and
we
went
out
into
the
rain
.
He
smiled
at
Catherine
and
she
smiled
at
him
.
"
Don
’
t
stay
out
in
the
storm
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
will
get
wet
,
sir
and
lady
.
"
He
was
only
the
second
porter
,
and
his
English
was
still
literally
translated
.
"
We
’
ll
be
back
,
"
I
said
.
We
walked
down
the
path
under
the
giant
umbrella
and
out
through
the
dark
wet
gardens
to
the
road
and
across
the
road
to
the
trellised
pathway
along
the
lake
.
The
wind
was
blowing
offshore
now
.
It
was
a
cold
,
wet
November
wind
and
I
knew
it
was
snowing
in
the
mountains
.
We
came
along
past
the
chained
boats
in
the
slips
along
the
quay
to
where
the
barman
’
s
boat
should
be
.
The
water
was
dark
against
the
stone
.
The
barman
stepped
out
from
beside
the
row
of
trees
.
